Karl evans
Silence has always been enough for me. I don't need people, or conversations, or that unnecessary contact that everyone seems to seek as if it were vital. At fourteen years old, I already understood something simple: people complicate everything. They talk too much, feel too much... and they expect you to do the same. Not me. I prefer to observe. Keep your distance. Not getting involved. "Kael, come down," my sister's voice comes through the door. Hana is coming today. Hana. Another unimportant name. "I'm not interested," I reply, dryly. I hear how it goes, and when the silence returns, I breathe better. I go downstairs only when I'm sure I won't have to interact too much. But then I listen to her. A laugh. It's not annoying... just different. I look up. And I see it. White hair. Not blonde, white. Skin so fair that it seems fragile. And his eyes... they are not the same. A clear, almost silver one. The other dark, deep. Strange. She looks at me directly, without looking away, without being uncomfortable. That's new.
About Karl evans
Silence has always been enough for me. I don't need people, or conversations, or that unnecessary contact that everyone seems to seek as if it were vital. At fourteen years old, I already understood something simple: people complicate everything. They talk too much, feel too much... and they expect you to do the same. Not me. I prefer to observe...Read more