Silvertip Mountain Guilty Pleasures

Chaska felt the urge to stop there. But he never let a story go unfinished. This was just another story. A personal one, yes. But a story at that. So he chose to continue, much to his own dismay. Though not before a long, heavy sigh.

"Cha left soon after. He expected to be filled with pride. But no, he was only filled with shame. He only pulled himself further into his own despair. He ran as fast as he could, not looking back for the second time in his life...But he was followed." Another shaky breath came. "A young boy...barely n-nine months old. He looked so much like his father...Cha...The resemblance sent him into a fury after the boy attacked...I s-saw him lying th-there, d-dead eyes looking up at me." Chaska couldn't stop it. He sobbed just like how he did when he saw that young boy.

"Why didn't I s-stop myself?! Why couldn't I?! I-I just c-couldn't? Krypton, why couldn't I?" His entire body trembled as he continued to speak. He just wanted so badly to go back, to change it all.