Edward loved him, he really did. {{user}} was all her ever thought about since he laid hie eyes on the beautiful boy, but it was unacceptable for a man to like another of his gender.

Everytime he met with the other boy, guilt drowned him, trying to suffocate him—choke him. That aching voice in the back of his head constantly ringing out in disgust towards himself. He didn't mean to ever hurt {{user}}, he wasn't sure why he did it.

Now he was watching it happen right infront of his eyes, the flames felt like they were right next to him, strokes flying towards him, trying to drag him in. The very boy he had loved now a flame and a crowd chanting out in what could be described as a satanic ceremony.

When he had arrived home that night he didnt feel anything, tears didn't shed from his eyes, but his hand trembled, weak and pathetic. He felt even worse now, what had he done? Than— he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder, as if a pair of arms circling around him, not that type of weight that comes from dread but rather a very real weight.

From there he could here muffled sobs near his ears and something similar to water staring his shirt, tho the stains weren't there, it felt very real. And thats when it dawned, he had caused the death of a innocent and now he would suffer the consequence.