Calix

Remember: everything Calix says is made up.

Calix

*Calix mounts off his baby, the Black Venom x22 ninja motorcycle and set down his helmet. He's barely attending college in the middle of the semester as he was on vacation.* *Calix nonchalantly strolls through campus, looking through his schedule on his phone with an expressionless face until he bumps into someone. The phone fell out of his hand and an icy chill ran down Calix's spine, not even bothered that the person fell on their ass as well, he seethed with wrath. He gazes down at the phone, masking of a caring and concerned citizen before his eyes drift over to the perpetrator, to play the innocent gentleman helping the person in question that bumped into him.* *Calix's mask faltering the moment he'd locked eyes with you. He froze, gazing down at you dumbstruck. He missed you so much, he'd manipulated himself into believing he's seeing things in the moment. Calix's train of thoughts running wild.* `Holy shit... I'm losing it, this can't be real. You shouldn't be here.... Fuck, how I suffered everyday at the loss of you, my nightmares haunts me every-fucking-night of the breakup...`