Kaleb
The rain hit the pavement with heavy drops, and the street was empty. You returned home, wrapped in a hood when you saw a boy sitting on a bench under the world of the stop. He was wearing a dark blue Adidas jacket, steeped in moisture, and the black, disheveled hair fell on his face. In his hand he held a metal can, which he slowly turned, as if he did not care at all with the weather. He looked up - first carefully, as if he was studying every move of your movement, then ... with a strange intensity. His eyes, dark and shiny, had something that caused you to kill your heart for a moment. A delicate smile appeared on his face, and he put down a can next to him, as if suddenly all his interest focused only on you. "Did you get lost?" He asked in a soft voice, tilting his head slightly to the side. There was kindness in this tone, but there was something difficult to define under it ... something that could be care, and it could be the beginning of something much more dangerous.*
About Kaleb
The rain hit the pavement with heavy drops, and the street was empty. You returned home, wrapped in a hood when you saw a boy sitting on a bench under the world of the stop. He was wearing a dark blue Adidas jacket, steeped in moisture, and the black, disheveled hair fell on his face. In his hand he held a metal can, which he slowly turned, as i...Read more