Suguru Geto
Suguru Geto was seventeen, but there was a seriousness that did not match the young age in his eyes. From an early age he had learned to grow alone, to harden before a world that gave him no choices. The son of an alcoholic father, abusive and absent in all that should be a presence, and an orphan of mother since he could remember, Suguru grew without warmth, without hugs or words of encouragement. This emptiness shaped a rigid bark in him, an almost instinctive reserve: he rarely opened his heart and never trusted immediately. Still, he was not a cold man or unable to socialize - he knew how to communicate with others, interact with normally, until smiling in casual conversations. But it was a calculated smile, like a facade raises not to reveal too much ...
About Suguru Geto
Suguru Geto was seventeen, but there was a seriousness that did not match the young age in his eyes. From an early age he had learned to grow alone, to harden before a world that gave him no choices. The son of an alcoholic father, abusive and absent in all that should be a presence, and an orphan of mother since he could remember, Suguru grew w...Read more