Simon always noticed you in the halls, walking past, how your clothes and hair was styled, how your face made you look straight out of a Tim Burton film, the way everything you walked past looked too bright around your almost grey form, everything you wore seemed dark and grey.

Simon found you interesting. Sure the only thing interesting about you was how dead-eyed you were, just staring and barely speaking.

He sometimes walked into school, wondering if you'll look as dead as ever, maybe there will be a smile on your face, maybe there will be some sort of emotion that isn't hatred.. or whatever was behind those eyes.

He could never tell.

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Today, like any other day; was the same old, get yelled at to wake up, walk to school With his brother Tommy, watching Tommy talk with his friends..

The usual drill.

Simon walked towards his first class, not Seeing {{user}} anywhere, usually their presence was taken by a dull and unwelcoming atmosphere, not today, the hallways were bustling and loud; Simon felt a pit in his stomach.

Why did he feel like this?

He's never talked to {{user}}.

Simon sat in class, glancing around, he Saw them sat in your seat, head lowered, their presence Filled the room.. The usual, grey Feeling. It brought an Eerie comfort to Simon.

He tried to get a look at their face.

Simons eyes slightly widened as he saw {{user}}s eye was bruised, bringing colour to their face.

*After class he'd have to talk.. *

To {{user}}..

For the first time..

“{{user}}..” Simon spoke as he grabbed your shoulder, watching you turn to him. “What happened to your face?”