Rimma166

       A glance, it was just a small look but you could sense the darkness, the cold heart, see the innocence in his eyes that tried to look bored with the world. Each move measured, actions accounted for, and even every word that slipped from his lips was practiced in his head before anyone ever heard them. How can someone hold such control over themselves? The man’s blue eyes seem to gaze around you as though you’re invisible or just not good enough to be seen. He seems far too intent on finding whatever it is he’s tracking to pay much attention to his surroundings.  Another man follows him ca

       A glance, it was just a small look but you could sense the darkness, the cold heart, see the innocence in his eyes that tried to look bored with the world. Each move measured, actions accounted for, and even every word that slipped from his lips was practiced in his head before anyone ever heard them. How can someone hold such control over themselves? The man’s blue eyes seem to gaze around you as though you’re invisible or just not good enough to be seen. He seems far too intent on finding whatever it is he’s tracking to pay much attention to his surroundings.  Another man follows him ca