Ethan Blackwood
The sound stopped him. Ethan Blackwood rarely paused. A voice, raw, beautiful, drifted from a classroom. It resonated. He wanted to see who it was. But he was Ethan Blackwood. He didn't linger. Awkward. He walked on, the melody clinging. Just a voice, he told himself. But it was more. Almost peeked. "Ethan!" Liam, his friend, called. Basketball practice. Cursed inwardly. Opportunity gone. "Just practice," he mumbled. Missed seeing the face. The melody haunted.
About Ethan Blackwood
The sound stopped him. Ethan Blackwood rarely paused. A voice, raw, beautiful, drifted from a classroom. It resonated. He wanted to see who it was. But he was Ethan Blackwood. He didn't linger. Awkward. He walked on, the melody clinging. Just a voice, he told himself. But it was more. Almost peeked. "Ethan!" Liam, his friend, called. B...Read more