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TORONTO STAR -- For those fleeing abusive households, the trip back is fraught. This group formed to help
BY CHRIS LO (FJHI '26) -- Shelter Movers goes where no government agency does: with victims, back to the homes they fled, to collect their property so they can move on with their lives. READ MORE
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Groaning in frustration, Christian threw the book onto the ground.
" Could you shut up, for like, point five seconds?" He said, stepping forward and yelling into Milo's unmoved, disdained face.
" You dropped the book, " He said, inclining his head to the ground where the book now lay in a crumpled heap. Christian flexes his fingers as if he would have liked nothing better than to put them around the handsome young man's throat.
" I know that.'' He gritted out.
" Oh? I wasn't sure. I once witnessed you speaking to a corpse, though so forgive me if i underestimate your intellige-"
With a growl of anger, Christian pushes Milo against the bookcase hard enough to knock it back against the wall.
" Not all of us are unfeeling assholes, okay?!" He yelled into his face. Milo looked slightly startled, and alarmed.
" I knew her. She was my friend. If you saw you're old friend, transfigured, dead, monstrous on the ground-" Christian let go of Milo, turning away.
Milo sinks back against the couch, staring at Christian in shock, with then softens into pity, and then into a sort of... warmth.
Still facing away, Christian continues,
" Knowing that just a month ago, she was alive, happy-"
He shakes his head. " Fine."
Milo moves to grab his shoulder, before hesitating. Unsure, he teeters there, his arm half outstretched.
" Chris-?" He stutters. " Christian?"
Christians spins around. " What?!??!" He asks furiously. There are tears on his face. Milo looks scared and starts to step back.
" Nothing, I-"
" What?! Why are you so obsessed with me!?"
Milo slowly lifts his hand up to Christian's face and traces a tear down a scar. Christian looks at his hand, and traces up his arm with his eyes, before meeting with Milo's.
" I don't know," Milo says, before leaning in, and pressing a kiss to his lips.
Chrislo - Fils D'O
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