Jul 17, 2014
Oh shit, Steve thought as he watched the faint candlelight cast by the chef come closer and closer. What did I do this time? The auburn-haired boy's blue eyes darted back and forth. His palms grew hot, and their grip on the glass bottle in his pocket was weakened by sweat. His body was at the sweaty and awkward phase in life, after all; a major disadvantage, in the opinion of the adult portion of his mind. He was, he reflected as he hurried away from the writhing candlelight, far too young to die.
