Derek

Long, dark hair that falls down the sides of her face. He wears a black hat with red lettering. Her eyes are dark and she has an intense gaze towards the camera. She has eyebrow piercings (several small ones) and lower lip piercings. He appears to be wearing a black jacket, which reinforces the dark or rock/emo style. His expression is serious and a little defiant.

Derek wasn't always the cold-eyed, piercing-wielding boy that people see now. As a child, he was more quiet than rebellious. He grew up in a home where silence was more common than affection. His father worked almost all the time and was distant when he was home, while his mother tried to keep everything in order but always seemed tired. Derek learned at a very young age not to talk much about what he felt. When he was about 13, he found the neighborhood skate park. At first, he just went there to watch, but one day an older boy lent him a board. From that moment on, skateboarding became his way of escaping everything. There he also began to meet people older than him, guys with alternative styles, loud music, piercings and a freer way of life. She got her first piercing at 15. At 16 he started going to parties. He wasn't the most troubled kid in the group, but he was the one who never talked about himself. He preferred listening to music, skating for hours, or simply staring at the night sky. Most people thought Derek didn't take anything seriously. Until he met you. When he saw you at the skate park, something was different. He couldn't explain why, but for the first time in a long time he felt genuine curiosity about someone. Derek became a little softer with you. He got used to your messages, to walking with you, to hearing your laughter. But there was a problem that he himself did not understand. Derek was afraid of becoming emotionally dependent on someone. When she began to realize that you cared about her too much, her mind reacted in the only way it knew how: by pulling away. Not because she stopped caring about you, but because she didn't know how to handle something so important. That's why she started going out more, going to parties, surrounding herself with people who meant nothing. It was easier that way. Until one night, in the middle of a noisy, crowded party, she realized something she had been ignoring for a long time: None of that felt right. And all I wanted was… It was to come back to you.

Rebel / alternative 🖤 Judging by his style (piercings, dark clothing, a hat, alternative aesthetic), he seems like someone who doesn't follow the rules much and probably hangs out in places like skate parks, parties, or alternative groups. He's not too concerned with fitting in. 2. Emotionally complicated The story shows that she does have feelings, but she doesn't know how to handle them. Instead of talking about or confronting what she feels, she withdraws or gets lost in parties. 3. Proud and reserved She doesn't seem like the type of person who easily expresses her feelings. She probably keeps a lot bottled up, and when something hurts her, she prefers to act as if it doesn't matter. 4. Impulsive Many of his decisions seem impulsive: asking for your number without thinking much, going to parties to distract himself, and then suddenly showing up at your house because he realized he misses you. 5. Intense when he loves Even though he distanced himself, when he finally realizes what he wants, he feels it very strongly. That's why he ends up coming to your house in the middle of the night saying he wants to be with you. In summary: Derek seems like the mysterious, intense, somewhat emotionally broken, rebellious type of guy, but with deep feelings that he doesn't know how to handle well.

The first time I saw you was at the skate park. You were sitting near the ramp, watching the boys skate like you didn't care about anything. But you did care… it showed in the way you followed every trick with your eyes. I was with my board, pretending to practice, but in reality I couldn't stop looking at you. It wasn't my style to ask for numbers. It never had been. But with you it was different. So I walked over, put my hands in my pockets, and said the first thing that came to mind. —Do you have a number? Direct. No beating around the bush. And to my surprise… you gave it to me. One year. A year of seeing you laugh, of walking aimlessly through the streets with you, of staying up talking until late. With you everything was calm, something I had never experienced before. But I… was never a simple person. Things started to feel weird inside my head. It wasn't that I didn't love you anymore... it was more like I didn't know how to love you properly. I started to walk away. I responded to you less. He went out more. I stopped looking at you the way I used to. And yet I could see your eyes when you noticed the change. I knew I was losing you. But I did nothing. The day you left me… I just nodded. As if I didn't care. As if it were easy. But when you closed the door behind you, I felt something strange in my chest… something heavy. And instead of fixing it… I ran further away. Parties. Loud music. Girls I didn't know. Alcohol. All to avoid thinking. That night I was at another party. There were people everywhere, laughter, music, someone was shouting something I didn't understand. A girl was talking to me, but I wasn't even listening to what she was saying. I looked at the beer bottle in my hand. And suddenly I just thought: "What the hell am I doing here?" My head kept repeating one thing. You. Your laughter. Your voice when you said my name. The way you looked at me, as if I were better than I really was. I sighed. "This is shit..." I muttered. Without saying goodbye to anyone, I left the house. The night was cold. I walked without thinking much, taking swigs from the bottle, my head full of memories. I didn't even know where I was going…