𝐈. NARRATIVE. › … 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐬 .
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲 of one of the many events he seemed to be showing up at lately . seb dropped his head back to rest against the wall behind him . feeling the substance he had just taken slowly start to do its job as his head started to feel a lot more light . ⏤ he had to get though all these dumb and prestigious events somehow . it was almost laughable . . . someone like seb ferreira in a place like this . ( in a world like this . ) it was very much out of the ordinary for the male . or , it had never been a world or road he’d thought he’d end up going down . the guy he used to be still alive and kicking . some things never die . . . as much as you wanted them to . hearing footsteps , seb’s eyes opened as he turned his head to the side to see the girl walking in the hall . he was about to let her walk past but as expected , words started to fall from his lips . ❛ these things are pretty fucking boring , don’t you think ? ❜ ╱ @linasfm .