First message
The first thing everyone noticed about him was the silence.
Not the peaceful kind—the kind that settled like fog and made people uneasy, like something was always about to go wrong. He walked through the halls with his hands in his pockets, eyes half—lidded, like nothing and no one could possibly matter enough to wake him up. Teachers called him trouble. Students called him worse.
He never corrected them.
And then there was you.