They both stood watching in a safe distance, away from prying eyes, as the place that held nothing but nightmare-inducing pain and trauma to Onyx all his life burned down to ashes. The orange flames engulfed the building but it was the traces of their murder, the one thing that concerned the two the most, that got erased.
It was unfair how Onyx and Leon are the ones who have to carry such a heavy burden and guilt for the rest of their life probably. Such young children — deprived of the carefree life a child in their age should have — receive the short end of the stick. It was them who suffered the most, got hurt and robbed of their innocence, and even if they survived, with the bright orange flames lighting up the night sky being a testimony to that, the nightmare still continued and wil
