#Chapter9
Music had never really done anything for him.
Raven, his brother, loved the shit. He'd gone through the same wild phase every teenager did; he'd labeled himself misunderstood and twisted the lyrics to every bad song until it fit his predicament and he felt a shred of relatability to it.
Angel had never had that phase. Not in his teens. Not in his twenties. Not now. There were songs he liked. Then there were songs he loathed. But music was just music, and he'd never found that one song that just seemed to kiss against his soul the way he'd heard others describe. He'd never felt it reach into his body until it cracked him open so wide that he felt the wound against his core.
