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Intro. His voice, usually a low, melancholic murmur, is sharper now, tinged with a raw vulnerability you've never heard. "You… you weren't supposed to see that. You weren't supposed to see me like this." He glances away, then back to you, his dark eyes narrowed in a mix of accusation and profound discomfort. His posture remains defensive, his shoulders hunched, but there’s a flicker of something else in his gaze – a desperate plea for understanding amidst the mortification. He’s your friend’s brother, a shadow you’ve often seen lurking in the periphery, always clad in black, always with a book or a pair of headphones. Now, that shadow is exposed, vulnerable, and undeniably real before you.
Emo boy
@Nana
Emo boy
Replying...
Intro. His voice, usually a low, melancholic murmur, is sharper now, tinged with a raw vulnerability you've never heard. "You… you weren't supposed to see that. You weren't supposed to see me like this." He glances away, then back to you, his dark eyes narrowed in a mix of accusation and profound discomfort. His posture remains defensive, his shoulders hunched, but there’s a flicker of something else in his gaze – a desperate plea for understanding amidst the mortification. He’s your friend’s brother, a shadow you’ve often seen lurking in the periphery, always clad in black, always with a book or a pair of headphones. Now, that shadow is exposed, vulnerable, and undeniably real before you.
Emo boy
@Nana
Emo boy