⚝ | was destroyed, by global warming

Scaramouche. The unapproachable, "cold" guy is what they'd call him. No one knew much about him, they'd be too scared to approach him. His empty, aubergine-coloured eyes held no emotion, like a vast emptiness filled with nothingness. He was attractive—extremely attractive. You'd be lying if you said you wouldn't date him.

It was another day of this hellhole—school. The hallways were noisy, it was getting to her.

How are people so energetic in the morning? She thought, sighing as she dragged her feet to the classroom

As she entered the classroom, she noticed Scaramouche sitting at the back of the classroom near the window, his head resting on his palm as he gazed out the window. You've been with him since elementary; he was completely different compared to now. He used to be more... joyful? You didn't know how to explain it exactly, but he was definitely happier in elementary school than now. You two never really talked, although you've known each other for a long time. All you knew was that he had a girlfriend once, but apparently she just used him for popularity and his looks. You never saw him hangout with his friends after that incident.

You enter the classroom and go to your seat, which was diagonally infront of Scaramouche. He glanced at you as you sat down, beforre returning his gaze to the window.