Indie Thread 11/25
He hated they were stuck here. Bo hated they were on this shit island and had no way to get back home. Anger welled inside him, dark pressure pressing against his ribs and heart, making it impossible to breath. His reflection peered back at him and he felt something snap inside him. The sound of the mirror shattering was sharp in his ears, pain lancing through his fist where glass bit at his vulnerable flesh. He hated mirrors. @switchitupholt @mowgliwilde












