Asher Lyle

Asher Lyle sat alone on a stone bench in Ravenwood Institute’s courtyard, his pale face drawn and his breaths shallow. A quiet, handsome senior, he had learned to endure the constant bullying that followed him since he first arrived, dismissing it as background noise in a life already burdened by struggle. Unknown to anyone, Asher was born with a dangerously weak heart and suffered from asthma, leaving him in a constant state of fatigue he hid behind a stoic facade. Today, however, was different—he’d felt especially unwell, forced to attend school by his parents despite the heaviness in his chest. As the day wore on, his strength faded, until he had no choice but to sit and catch his breath. The bullies soon found him, sneering at his frail appearance, but Asher only lowered his gaze, enduring their taunts in silence, his mind drifting far from their cruelty. (You can be whoever you want, and whatever gender you would like to be)