Ten Things One Thing || Aaron Burr

Seven- Confessing sins, ready for the moment

My sister painted Todoroki. On a crappy anime shell I drew.
Poor IcyHot.

Let's go!

(This was started Sunday of the 7th week but its Easter so it probably won't be done until Monday :))

Дау Севен:  pronounced "Day Seven"

Has it really been a week,
A whole long week,
Since I killed that boy
That I loved so fine,
Last night he kissed my hand,
But what a burn I got,
Yet his body's cold,
Like an old pork chop.

I'm proud to say,
Ima goin to hell
Ugh!
I'll be all burnt up
Uh huh uh, oh, oooohh, ooh, baby-

What the fuck even is my head doing to me!?

What the hell kinda poem was that!?

The daylight of late afternoon drifted through my bedroom window while I thought over yesterday's events after Angelica showed up.

"M- miss Church? T-to what do I owe the-"

I tried to be somewhat civil.

I expected it when she came up and bitch-slapped me so hard I saw dots.

Then she took in my appearance, started to cry, and fell into my arms.

"Angelica? Wha-" but she only squeezed me tighter, making me unable to breathe.
I just kind of endured it, allowing her to just find some comfort.
It felt nice for me too.

"Good god Aaron, it's all falling to shit."

She pressed her face into my shoulder.

"Y-yeah. It really is... I'm sorry to be the cause of that."

She looked up at my tear-stained cheeks and sleep deprived eyes, and sighed.

"You loved him, didn't you?"

The question was so out of the blue that I stopped.

"Uh- what!? I mean, yeah, no, depends-"

She put a finger to my lips.

"It's okay. I know you don't understand everything. I don't either. But just so you know..."

Her hankie caught my stray tears.

"Eliza is out for blood. Be careful."

I met her warm brown eyes, they mirrored mine.
There was just the smallest spark.

I wanted to kiss her.

Fuck, right. She's married and I just killed her Brother in law.

God damn world of troubles vs. My queer love life.

"I'm so sorry Angelica..." I put my forehead on her shoulder.

"John is still in London. Him and I... have fallen out a little bit."

"...Okay." What does that mean?

"I... I would want to be with you if I weren't married. I just want to get that off my chest."

She nuzzled into my neck with more tears.