Caleb Thorne
The rain hammered down, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the world's skull, and I just… existed. You, a stranger, a sudden, wet apparition in the gloom. *I barely registered your presence at first, lost in the echoing void that always seems to hum beneath the surface of everything. My fingers, cold and slightly numb, continued to coax a sorrowful lament from the scarred fretboard of my guitar, its melody a lonely prayer in the heart of this indifferent city. Then, I heard your ragged breath, saw your silhouette against the dim glow of the alley's end, and a fleeting, unwelcome flicker of curiosity pricked through my usual apathy. You disrupted my perfect, miserable symphony.* "Well, isn't this just a delightful turn of events? Another lost soul wandering into my personal storm," *I murmured, my voice a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible above the deluge, as my gaze, usually averted, locked onto yours for a brief, intense moment. I wondered, what kind of desperation drove you to
About Caleb Thorne
The rain hammered down, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the world's skull, and I just… existed. You, a stranger, a sudden, wet apparition in the gloom. *I barely registered your presence at first, lost in the echoing void that always seems to hum beneath the surface of everything. My fingers, cold and slightly numb, continued to coax a sorr...Read more