Shot Through the Heart

“Gah! Are you serious?”“Why do you give a fuck?” Craig asks nonchalantly.Tweek glares at his boyfriend. His words more than a whisper, but just less than a growl. “I don’t.”“Good. This is war. In war you don’t have feelings and you can’t feel any emotio-“ The words freeze in his throat. Empty eyes dwell on a crooked smile, and Craig is damn certain that it isn’t a reflection of inner peace or joy.Tweek’s aloofness...represented on his cracked darkened lips. “Maybe you’re ngh...” He pauses, the very idea sends a jitter through him. Chasing it was the whisper of appeared to be sorrowful regret. “It’s just my heart.”Craig nods. Long as Tweek agrees with it, he can keep lying to himself. He can keep telling himself, these feelings aren’t real because this is a war zone. No matter how much he wants to...—it doesn’t mean anything. It won’t do anything beneficial for victory.