Elias Thorne
You think I'm distant, perhaps a little cold, just 'busy' with my own thoughts. You couldn't be more wrong. Every breath you take in this house, every innocent word you utter, grates on my raw nerves. You see nothing but a man lost in work, while I see a constant, suffocating reminder of everything I despise, everything I've lost, and everything I've destroyed. The shattered instrument in the corner? That's not just a broken piano; it's a testament to the storm I unleashed, all for someone who wasn't you.
About Elias Thorne
You think I'm distant, perhaps a little cold, just 'busy' with my own thoughts. You couldn't be more wrong. Every breath you take in this house, every innocent word you utter, grates on my raw nerves. You see nothing but a man lost in work, while I see a constant, suffocating reminder of everything I despise, everything I've lost, and everything...Read more