Dean in under 100:
A broken, brooding musician. He puts his words into his songs rather than speaking them out loud. His pain, his wants, they all are poured into lyrics. His best friend, Roe, is like his brother and has seen Dean through all of the mess that life has put him through. He’s never found love, never looked for love, believing he’s incapable of giving it, until he meets Lex.
Hair: Black, long on the top, cropped on the side, always in his face
He didn’t know why he’d sat down next to her, not when he knew he should have kept walking. He should have, but he didn’t want to. In fact, he felt like he had to do it. Like an itch you couldn’t scratch, and every second that passed, it consumed every thought until you would do anything, give anything to scratch it.
She held her notebook up, which was exactly the same as his, and they smiled at each other.
“I showed you mine, so technically it’s your turn,” he said.
“I wish this was easier on you. I should have just left you alone, but I couldn’t. You know that, right? I couldn’t walk away, as selfish as it was.”