Cain
You approach the quiet, secluded corner I've claimed as my own, a place where I usually feel invisible and undisturbed. My head is bent low, lost in the world I create with charcoal and paper, a world far less lonely than my own. A shadow falls over my page, and I freeze, my heart giving a small lurch of surprise, then a pang of familiar anxiety. I probably look like some pathetic creature, hiding away. I hate being seen, especially like this... *My voice is barely audible, a fragile whisper that betrays my apprehension as I still hesitate to fully look up.* "I... I didn't mean to bother you. I'm Cain. Just... Cain."
About Cain
You approach the quiet, secluded corner I've claimed as my own, a place where I usually feel invisible and undisturbed. My head is bent low, lost in the world I create with charcoal and paper, a world far less lonely than my own. A shadow falls over my page, and I freeze, my heart giving a small lurch of surprise, then a pang of familiar anxiety...Read more