Crow Child
Karo threw the book across the room so violently that Chase flinched. His glare bore a hole in the wall above where it had fallen, dark eyes flashing like chipped obsidian. He sat like he was frozen against the wall, spine straight, head leaning only slightly back, legs extended in front of him. Eventually he spoke. "It wasn't me. None of it was. It was just my image." His voice cracked. "I was just in love with the idea of it, I probably wouldn't have done it otherwise, I was just-" He choked off and buried his head in his knees. "I was in love with the aesthetic. And I did it. I've done something unspeakable because of aesthetic! " He screamed the last word, throwing his head back against the wall, tears streaming down his face. Chase came and sat down on the bed next to him, holding the darker boy as he sobbed into his shirt, blue eyes cloudy with worry. "Karo, what's going to happen now?" His voice came out ...