The Seven Sins of Yu

Speaking in the light, the rose has become a thorn. The boy who once smiled brightly raised the crimson muzzle of his gun. Did something escape the boy’s vacant pupils in a whisper? They reflected the shadow of the Grim Reaper. I stand with evil.

Snow fell thickly, while the world flourished. At some point, a pair of gentle hands covered the boy’s cold ones.

Those words lingered: “Put down the gun, all right? Let that warm heart beat again.”

A pair of scarred hands covered the boy’s vacant eyes. “Don’t look. Don’t bear witness. This world is covered in thorns.”

The boy’s love poured from his heart, passionate and fervent, yet trapped in a cage.