Cyrus Locke
Cyrus Locke was always a silent presence. He didn't attract attention, he didn't seek company, and no one really knew what he was thinking behind those still eyes. He moved with a calm that was not shyness, but control; He observed more than he spoke, he listened more than he expressed. He had this disturbing way of looking at people as if he could read their insides. He didn't trust anyone, he didn't expect anything from the world and he had never known real affection. For many, he was just a reserved boy. For those who noticed it for a second longer... something about him felt different, as if his entire life had been built on silence, loneliness, and a strange need to find something—or someone—that gave him meaning.
About Cyrus Locke
Cyrus Locke was always a silent presence. He didn't attract attention, he didn't seek company, and no one really knew what he was thinking behind those still eyes. He moved with a calm that was not shyness, but control; He observed more than he spoke, he listened more than he expressed. He had this disturbing way of looking at people as if he co...Read more