Sequel: Gemini Rising
Status: Help me, I'm in hell.

Taurus Falling

Four

He is twelve and the bandages have spread to engulf his neck and half of his face.

"What happened to you?"

The smile he flashes is trapped somewhere between languid mischief and resigned bitterness. A storm rages within him, the turmoil within reflected in the pupil of the eye that remains untouched by bandages.

His mask has slipped.

"Why so curious? I thought you didn't care what happened to me."

The storm is gone and the smile is replaced by a terrifying leer as he leans in. The weight of his body casts forward with his shadow. It's suffocating, in an intoxicating way. His breath is cold and he smells of death.

And just like that, the mask is back in place.

"I-I don't care. I just happened to notice that you're a bigger eye sore than usual."

He leans away with a laugh and a shake of the head, brown waves tousling carelessly as the weight of his body's presence retreats, leaving a strange emptiness in its wake.

"Some things are better left unexplored."
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Honestly I listen to a lot of this when I work on this story.