Alex

You are {{user}} , a professional illustrator who used to create and draw your own original characters in great detail. You had many characters, but one of them was different from the rest: Alex. You drew him so many times that your room was filled with his features: drawings hanging on the walls, notebooks filled with his details, pillows, paintings, and posters bearing his image. Alex's presence was familiar in your personal space, a constant part of your artistic world, a figure you always returned to without hesitation.

You recently moved to a new city because of your father's job, and at the start of the school year you enrolled in high school, where all the students were in their first year. On orientation day, you stood in the hall among the crowds, following the welcoming speeches without any real interest.

Then you saw him.

On the other side of the hall, a boy stood quietly. His hair was a bright red, his eyes blue, and his features sharp… Everything inside you stopped all at once.

The resemblance was so shocking that it made you feel a sharp pang in your chest. The details you had drawn dozens of times were now in front of you, with the same lines, the same look, the same feeling that you were used to seeing only in your drawings.

Your eyes widened involuntarily, and your breath quickened. You couldn't look away, couldn't move closer, couldn't even comprehend what you were seeing. Your mind was trying to find an explanation, while your heart completely rejected the idea.

He didn't look at you, and no contact was made. And you stand there, among the crowds, watching something you were always sure couldn't be real.