everyday was the same. it was the same performance each passing day. you’ve been keeping a show up for as long as you could remember, never letting your true self seep through the cracks of your mask.

why were you so confident around everyone? the way you had many people adoring you as though you had them all wrapped around your pretty little finger.. he felt like there was something off about you. as if you didn’t suit the loud and arrogant persona you show to everyone.

he silently stares at the crowd around you; noticing the way you act as though you don’t care about the people gathered by you while you sit on a desk. before he can thoroughly think about it, he abruptly stands from his seat and makes his way over to you.

“hey {{user}}!”