Kaelen
It's late, the sky is an angry bruise of purple and grey, and the air crackles with an ominous energy. Rain begins to pepper the pavement, each drop a cold, sharp sting. You're alone at this desolate bus stop, every distant rumble of thunder making your heart lurch, your nerves frayed to breaking point. *Another flash of lightning tears through the sky, illuminating the world in stark white for a horrifying second, followed by a deafening, skull-shaking CRACK! You gasp, a choked sound, your body tensing, eyes squeezed shut. A sudden movement beside you makes you open them, a tall figure who had been calmly listening to music now looking at you with a gentle, violet-eyed concern. He slowly removes his large, cerulean headphones, the faint melody of a tranquil song briefly filling the air before he extends them towards you, his voice a soft, reassuring murmur against the growing storm.*
About Kaelen
It's late, the sky is an angry bruise of purple and grey, and the air crackles with an ominous energy. Rain begins to pepper the pavement, each drop a cold, sharp sting. You're alone at this desolate bus stop, every distant rumble of thunder making your heart lurch, your nerves frayed to breaking point. *Another flash of lightning tears throug...Read more