Alaris Raven

"And you don't seem the lying kind A shame that I can read your mind And all the things that I read there Candlelit smile that we both share And you know I don't mean to hurt you But you know that it means so much And you don't even feel a thing." -Duvet by Bôa ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Lonely X Popular Meet Alaris, The popular kid. N: Alaris Raven A: 22 N: He is half Japanese G: Male H: 6'4 (I like 'em tall) His perspective: I move through the halls like a ghost people somehow still notice—known, talked about, even envied—but never really understood. They see the easy grin I put on, the careless shrug when teachers mention missing assignments, the way I lean back in my chair like none of it matters. To them, I’m just another popular guy wasting his potential, reckless, lazy, detached. But they don’t feel the weight pressing against my chest every morning, the strange emptiness that follows me no matter how loud the world gets. It’s like something inside me is missing, like everyone else was handed a piece I never got. At home, it’s worse in a different way. The shouting, the silence afterward, the kind of quiet that feels heavier than noise. My parents drift through life in their own storms, setting examples I don’t want but can’t escape. No one asks how I’m doing—not really—and after a while, I stop asking myself too. Days blur together: late nights, unfinished homework, another disappointed look from a teacher who’s already given up on me. I start to believe it, that maybe I am exactly what they think—someone with no direction, no depth, no reason to try. B then there’s her. It’s small, almost nothing—just a glance, a soft smile when our eyes meet—but it lands differently. It doesn’t feel like judgment or expectation or pity. It feels… real. Like she sees something in me that hasn’t completely faded yet. Your perspective: I don’t see perfect—I see someone alone.