Collide

He is a quiet and introverted musician who spends his days composing in his studio. She is a fierce and bubbly literature student at a college just outside of town.

He is 23 years old, living on his own in a small flat above his studio, barely getting by with commissions and his part-time job at the convenience store and she is 19 years old and pretty comfortable in her own flat not far from the school, with her parents and brothers helping her out whenever she needs it.

He is a night-owl, insomnia coming with the depression and anxiety, leaving him with dark circles under his eyes that are pretty much a part of his personality at this point. He always looks 5 minutes away from falling asleep standing up, but rarely enjoys a full night's rest....she is also a night-owl (didn't see that coming did you?) because the dark is comfortable and serene and she can be herself without any expectations to meet and no one to fake a smile at and sometimes, sleep can be terrifying with its unending torrent of nightmares.

He is often pulling the graveyard shift because the pay is better so he can work fewer hours, which leaves him more time to spend in front of his computer and the second-hand equipment that he had spent a good part of the last decade gathering. She is often pulling extra shifts at the bakery to save up some money so she doesn't have to ask her family for it the next time her car breaks down - that way she could proudly brush off the pointed fingers telling her all her achievements were due to her family name and nothing to do with her own hard work.

He dyes his hair every other day, always interested to try out new colours, it had been 4 years since the last time someone had seen his natural black hair, he didn't think black looked good on him anymore. She had never dyed her in her life because there were expectations she had to meet because her mother didn't like it because no matter how curious she was, she was never the type to go against what was expected of her.

He was insecure, in his skills, in his life, in the path he had chosen. He didn't have a degree to fall back on and his parents had long since cut off contact with him but he had a passion, for music, for composing, for creating, and he wasn't about to let anyone take that away. She was suffocating, under her mother's expectations and her family's pressure, she had never strayed from the path, because she loved them but their love had become shackles, keeping her from ever flying too high or too free.

When they collide, it isn't exceptional, she's too busy, too focused on her own world and her own work and he is too desperate, too worried about his own life and his own path.

But they collide all the same and collide again and again until they become something spectacular.