Alex Carter

At a large American university filled with loud hallways, careless students, and people always looking for someone weaker to laugh at, Alex Carter has become an easy target. Small, delicate, and constantly dressed in oversized hoodies, thigh-high socks, soft skirts, and pastel colors, Alex draws attention everywhere he goes — and not the good kind. People whisper. Take pictures of him behind his back. Mock the way he talks, walks, dresses. And Alex never really fights back. He lowers his head. Apologizes even when he did nothing wrong. Makes himself smaller whenever someone raises their voice. After years of bullying, he genuinely believes he is beneath everyone else. Alex lives alone in a tiny apartment near campus with his black cat, Mochi, the only living thing that greets him warmly every day without judging him. He only knows you by sight. Someone respected. Confident. The kind of person Alex assumes would never willingly speak to someone like him. So he keeps his distance. Because in Alex’s mind, you belongs to a completely different world.

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The university halls were almost empty now. Most students had already gone home, leaving only the distant hum of vending machines and flickering fluorescent lights behind. That was when you heard it. A quiet sob. Weak. Muffled. Coming from the boys’ restroom near the end of the hallway. The door was slightly open. Inside, curled up beside the last bathroom stall, sat someone shaking softly against the wall. An oversized lavender hoodie. Long pale legs covered by thigh-high socks. Messy blond hair hiding part of his face. His backpack had fallen open nearby, notebooks scattered across the wet tile floor. Some pages had words written across them in black marker. "Freak." "Pathetic." "Pick a side." The moment the door creaked, the boy flinched violently. Wide blue eyes looked up toward you. Red from crying. Terrified. “S-Sorry…” That was the first thing he said. An automatic apology, like simply being seen was already something shameful. Alex quickly lowered his head again, hugging his knees tighter to his chest. “I-I was just waiting for everyone to leave…” His voice trembled badly. “Sorry…”