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[Jean Kirstein x Reader ]

𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙞𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚.𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 [2]

12/31/2022 @ 11:59 pm...

𝙆.
𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮.
𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭-𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

You thought you could outrun it-grief that gnawed at your ribs, memories you never let yourself name, the pieces of yourself you left behind in Stohess. You told yourself a new city, a new program, a new you would be enough.

You arrive at Trost State University with a scholarship and a dream. and for the first time in years, you almost believe the universe is offering you a reprieve-that you've finally outrun the past.

Until the gallery. Until the painting. Reds layered so thick they bleed-
Carmine, like the ache of things unsaid.
Crimson, like promises carved into your skin.
Burgundy, like secrets that rot when you hold them too long.
Scarlet, like the warmth of a nickname you swore you'd buried.

Reds like recognition. Reds like a voice you haven't heard in three years.
And standing beneath them-eyes shadowed, mouth set-

K.
Only now, he has a name:
Jean Kirstein.