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the music swelled
the skirts, they flew
but i stood still
offering my mask

to you

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two people
four faces
i n f i n i t e . t r u t h s

First Meeting⇒

Ian "Rich Bitch" Pitch

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Chatter melted into one noise, the hustle of the city becoming one color and haze. Smoke made a real life filter that made everything feel surreal, a group of teenagers lounging at a smoking area, their reflections against the glass almost making them feel like a part of the life on the other side. Inside, mindless chatter. Laughter. A pause as they skimmed over their phones, erupting in laughter once more if someone showed a funny video, or picture, or just said something to break the silence.

Then, a blonde teen separated from the others got up, choking out his thoroughly smoked cigarette before walking past. The others barely glanced up as he walked past the glass door, making his way out into the cold night air, moon barely visible in the haze of buildings, hot breaths, and artificial lights. As the teen walked beside a path crunching over dirty snow, he looked over the texts he'd been looking over earlier, a groupchat with little of his own participation, the last few messages similar apologies.
"held back m8, wont make it till l8"
"ian i cant gooo"
"yooo ian lmao same mb-- next week?"
"i can do next week lol"
"breaks over next week tho....lol"

Ian, the boy of topic shut off his phone, scratching his hair in frustration as it continued to buzz. Just as he finally decided to walk on the path, his phone vibrated differently, and Ian felt his heartbeat skip and a sudden self-loathing for the reaction. The message wasn't even anything good: "cant make it either, have fun tho". God, thought the blonde as he covered his face and made his way past the crowd-- what fun was in hitting up the city to hop underground concerts if it was on his own--

As he rounded the corner, making his way to the first concert, he found his steps fitting over smaller footprints in the wet snow. The simple pleasure made Ian almost calm, glancing up as he continued to follow the footsteps-- past his bangs, the silhuoette of a shorter girl. "Hey," he called out, grin on his face as he decided to force his friendliness out even if it wasn't in front of a crowd. He slightly quickened his pace, pushing his hair out of his eyes to glance at the street, realizing he was almost at the venue. Maybe she was....? Was she? "You headed to the concert down by 8th, too?"