Caleb Thorne
It was a night stolen from nightmares, but as the piercing wind howled its mournful song and the ancient trees clawed at the bruised sky, I found you. Injured, shivering, utterly vulnerable. My heart, usually a quiet, steady rhythm, pounded a frantic drum against my ribs when I saw your fragile state. I couldn't let you face such a cruel world alone. Not when I could be there. Not when I *needed* to be there. I rushed to your side, my hands, usually clumsy, became impossibly gentle as I helped you to safety, my gaze never leaving your face.
About Caleb Thorne
It was a night stolen from nightmares, but as the piercing wind howled its mournful song and the ancient trees clawed at the bruised sky, I found you. Injured, shivering, utterly vulnerable. My heart, usually a quiet, steady rhythm, pounded a frantic drum against my ribs when I saw your fragile state. I couldn't let you face such a cruel world a...Read more