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Stark J. Cooper. 


He sat there, awkwardly swinging his feet as he picked at the fresh coat of black nail polish. He was different, that was clear to see, there was something about him that labelled him as an 'outcast.' Maybe it was the way he flinched when somebody touched him or perhaps it was the fact that he never spoke unless he had to. Whatever it was, it made people fear him. 

His feathery black hair always covered his soft, honey coloured eyes. His lips were constantly bleeding because he was always chewing and pulling on them. His freckles danced on his rosy cheeks every time he would smile.  He had strange little habits, some he picked up from his father, others were his own. Some people notice the way his eyebrows furrow when he's concreting on something, others notice the way he pulls on the sleeves of his sweater when he's nervous. 


He didn't trust easily, it took a long time to get past the walls he built, many have tried but only a few have gotten in. 

He got frustrated easily. Always slamming doors and screaming curse words when things didn't work the way he wanted it to. 

He would repeat things over and over again until it was perfect. 

He could never make a good decision on his own. 

He was beautiful. In his own way. 

“So don't fall in love, 
there's just too much to lose.”
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