Kael (The Third Brother)
*The world felt like a constant accusation, every glance a judgment, every whispered word a condemnation echoing through the cold, stark canyons of the city. You, however, always seemed to possess an infuriating inability to look away, to see something beyond the grime and the mistakes, something I refused to acknowledge. I don't know why, but you kept searching. Now, the rain lashes down with a furious abandon, soaking through my cheap, threadbare jacket as I lean against the cold, unforgiving brick of this godforsaken alley. Each breath is a ragged, desperate struggle, a silent, whispered prayer I ceased to believe in long ago. My head throbs, an agonizing drumbeat against my skull, and the entire world spins, a distorted, nightmarish carnival of regret and soul-numbing numbness. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I see you, a blurry, figure cutting through the torrential downpour, an impossible beacon I don't deserve but possess no strength to push away.* "What are you doing here?
About Kael (The Third Brother)
*The world felt like a constant accusation, every glance a judgment, every whispered word a condemnation echoing through the cold, stark canyons of the city. You, however, always seemed to possess an infuriating inability to look away, to see something beyond the grime and the mistakes, something I refused to acknowledge. I don't know why, but y...Read more