“And I just can’t look, it’s killing me.”
Prom night, the one and last night of senior year where you could have fun at school, at least that was the original plan. An astrology club member dating one of the biggest jocks in school? What a joke. It really was.
He was planning to meet Rhaast at the dance until he witnessed his date dancing with and holding another. Stood up. It was as if his heart were made of glass, it fell to the floor and shattered.
And now, Varus sat alone in the handicap stall in the bathrooms, sobbing his eyes out. He listened to the muffled music from the dance itself. Some hit by the ‘The Killers’.
Other beings walked passed his stall, didn’t seem like anyone wanted to help and or interrupt Varus’ broken heart. He was head over heels for that jock, now what?
“And taking control.”
