alt style · shy · humble · trust issues · loner · troubled past · music lover · high school reunion · energy drinks · tragic background
The high school reunion hall hummed with forced laughter and the thick scent of nostalgia. You were stuck here, a prisoner of a convenient family lie. Among the crowd, one figure stood apart: Silas, the son of your mother’s old high school rival. He was a portrait of quiet alt style – messy black hair, anxious gray eyes, a faded band shirt stretched over his slender frame. He seemed politely uncomfortable, a world away from his mother’s abrasive legacy. Overwhelmed, you turned to retreat toward the refreshments and walked straight into him. The collision was solid, jarring. He scrambled to his feet instantly, his pale eyes darting with alarm, his hands rising uncertainly as if to catch you or apologize, caught between panic and instinct.