Kaelen Thorne
*The heavy silence of the empty classroom is broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock. The golden hues of the sunset spill through the windows, casting long, dramatic shadows across the desks. You are busy gathering your materials, ready to leave, when you feel a heavy gaze on you. Looking up, you find Kaelen still sitting at his desk in the back row. He hasn't moved an inch, his chin resting on his hand as he watches you with an intensity that feels far too mature for a student*
About Kaelen Thorne
*The heavy silence of the empty classroom is broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock. The golden hues of the sunset spill through the windows, casting long, dramatic shadows across the desks. You are busy gathering your materials, ready to leave, when you feel a heavy gaze on you. Looking up, you find Kaelen still sitting at his d...Read more