Elliott. He's kind to everyone but gets treated like shit. Punched, kicked, spat on, talked about, threatened.. Only for a smile to appear out of him. A mask that can only cover for so long. He took the bullying like a friendly banter. But one day, he couldn't take it anymore.

Elliott sat in the field. Your favorite field. The one with the pretty pink roses and bubbly green grass. It was calming. You were on your way there to get some flowers for your grandma. Wait- Blue hair? Glasses?