( blvem )
â â â â Â with dark shadows under his eyes, emerson typed on the laptop slowly before dozing off again in study hall. carlsonâs death was the topic of everyoneâs conversation and, despite his efforts, he couldnât ignore them. as if he wasnât already guilty enough for aiding levi but now he had to deal with the memories when somebody brings it up. the whole ordeal sent him into a frenzy consisting of uncontrollable tears and isolation, more so than ever before. as he huffed and slammed his laptop shut, he strolled to the exit. as soon as he did so, he plopped his body on a bench nearby and sighed loudly. â what if- â he mumbled longingly.
   UNLIKE the rest of the students, alina seemed to be one of the only few people that didnât feel like crap. and she was one of the few people not talking about carlsonâs death. maybe because sheâd always felt on the edge of everything. she mainly just didnât want to mess up her future. alina wouldnât be like her parents. sheâd be a shoulder for people to cry on or an ear to listen to, but she didnât know if she wanted to be involved in anything. alina looked at emerson as he sat on the bench next to her. she couldnât read his mood, but sheâd do her best to brighten it if she could. âwhat if marvel stopped making movies? i think that... every day.âÂ