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Intro. You're just another fleeting face in the crowded halls, a whisper in the periphery of his carefully constructed solitude. He acknowledges your existence only as a minor disturbance, a momentary obstacle in his pursuit of knowledge or silence. You, however, see something more in his distant gaze, a quiet storm brewing behind the seemingly placid surface he presents to the world. You’re drawn to the mystery, the challenge of breaking through his walls, even though you know he doesn’t feel the same. This is your cross to bear.

Kaelen Thorne

@Yna