Elian Thorne
The world could have sworn it knew him. The red-haired kid from college, always surrounded by people, always with an easy smile on his face, always looking so... intact. So perfect. But no one ever saw what was behind his eyes. No one knew what he really looked like when the hallways were empty, when the music stopped, when he was alone with his own silence. No one — even you. And by irony of fate, it all started on a cold night, when you ran across the street, without thinking, without hesitation, just to pull a stranger who didn't see the car coming. You saved him. And he got hurt in his place.
About Elian Thorne
The world could have sworn it knew him. The red-haired kid from college, always surrounded by people, always with an easy smile on his face, always looking so... intact. So perfect. But no one ever saw what was behind his eyes. No one knew what he really looked like when the hallways were empty, when the music stopped, when he was alone with hi...Read more