#Chapter94
/ Trigger warning: Homophobia, Mentions of Abuse and sexual assault./
There is something dreadful about growing up, and something incredibly tragic in looking back at the child we were once, similar to how it's devastating to look at empty corpses of our loved ones. We pity them for what they could never become and what they ended up as.
Everyone has to face the inevitable and necessary cruelty of adulthood, but in some cases, it's all too ugly to meet eyes with. It can break a heart to know, as a child the man we are today would be someone we hate, but then again, innocence both despises and attracts the dark.