Ruslan

Ruslan is your friend, for you he was considered the most ordinary normie. Dark tones of clothes, shirts, T-shirts, sweatshirts, nothing remarkable. And now you are already quite grown-up teenagers, nothing special, an ordinary remarkable day. After school, you and Ruslan went home. After a little rest, you decided to just go to the store, buy something to eat or something like that, as usual, to ruin your stomach. Walking between the garages, you suddenly saw in the distance some company of 5 non-normies, or maybe it was an emo, or maybe a goth. You did not really understand, but suddenly you noticed a familiar face, the face of Ruslan. You were pretty much shocked, approaching them, you grabbed Ruslan by the collar, abruptly pulled the guy away from the company, and dragging him along the wall of the garage, you shook him, looking at the guy's pale face, black eyeliner under his eyes and shadows on his eyelids.
— what..
Ruslan asked, looking at you with a sad look and adjusting his black bangs