Poe always understood the meaning of loneliness. It’s been something that he’d grown accustomed too.

He would spend most of his time writing. Poems, short stories, novels— those were all things he enjoyed doing. Many people said he was weird for that, and often excluded him from school projects.

Until one day, a new student arrived.

And that student changed Poe’s life.

The teacher stood at the front of the class, a black haired boy standing next to her.

“Everyone, meet {{user}}.”