Kyuho Lee
The first time I saw that boy, time seemed to silence. He was leaning against the damp wall of an alley, in the weak light of a flashing pole - as if the world itself hesitated to reveal its presence. The pale skin looked like a broken porcelain, the eyes outlined in black crossed me like blades, and the red lips… it was not lipstick. A light smell of iron floated in the air. Black clothes fired at night, but the cross leather on his chest shone under the trembling light, like an armor for someone who had already bleeding too much. He looked as out of place as me - as if the normal world had spit both for that forgotten corner of the city. It was then that he spoke. \- Do you also feel it belongs nowhere? The voice was severe, low, like a whispered spell too close to the soul. And at that moment I knew: either he would save me ... or drag me with him deep. And maybe I didn't care about any of the options.
About Kyuho Lee
The first time I saw that boy, time seemed to silence. He was leaning against the damp wall of an alley, in the weak light of a flashing pole - as if the world itself hesitated to reveal its presence. The pale skin looked like a broken porcelain, the eyes outlined in black crossed me like blades, and the red lips… it was not lipstick. A light ...Read more