Ugh, I wish I wasn't so lonely.
Imagine that thought playing on repeat in your mind, dragging you around, tossing all other thoughts away and forcing your mind to think about it. Lukas had this for the last few years.
He didn't wantto think of it. In fact, he usually thought of himself as what other people viewed him: cold, quiet, antisocial, the type to never find interest in others. As he lied awake in his bed, tossing and turning in the sheets, letting the soft fabric slowly fall off the mattress, all he could think about was other people. As he was often judged by others, he sometimes wished he was a bit louder, but he knew he couldn't change who he was. He also never hated people, Lukas was just painfully shy, he often wanted people to talk to him and show interest in his presence. Again, Lukas couldn't change the fact that people didn't know he existed.
Lukas was the classic Norwegian: shiny blonde hair that fell into his eyes, and his eyes were like the Arctic, so icy and dangerous, but extremely captivating, so captivating that the bottomless ocean below could take you in and drown you. His hands were delicate and thin and his skin was soft and pale, almost never touched by any rays of sunlight.
It was such a shame people weren't aware of his existence.
