Karma made his way home. The clear sky taunted him with every step he took. He felt like a prisoner on this worthless planet of death. Sighing he passed by a flyer that caught his interest.<br/><br/>"Support Group for Gay and Bi sexualtiy?" Karma ran a hand over the flimsy paper and scoffed, "What a load of bull."<br/><br/>He turned away from the paper, but stopped before he walked away.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe it... </span>He took the flyer out of curiosity.<span style="font-style: italic">Though I doubt I would join anyways, well not unless Alan joins... I wonder if he knows about this.</span><br/><br/>Alan... It was him who made Karmas' heart beat wildly. He had a one-sided love for him for quite a long time; to afraid to tell him of his true feelings. When Alan told Karma he was looking for love, or something of that sort. Karma was both estatic and dreading the news. Maybe that was his chance? Maybe if he just told Alan how he felt, then they could give it a go and try dating.<br/><br/>But of course, being the scared kid he was, he couldn't bring it up in a conversation. It was a hopeless case as far as Karma had seen. The one-sided love had been going on since they first meet. Though he could hardly remember what had happened. He could vaugley remember some bullies and then a a silver hairs boy comeing to his rescue... even if he hadn't mean to help him, he still did.<br/><br/>Karma walked up to a muesum he hadn't realized was there. Not knowning that this was were the meetings were being held he still walked up into it. After all, maybe there was some good artwork of some sort that Karma would like to admire.<br/><br/>He did have a thing for artist and doing his own art in turn. So he casually walked in and went straight to the paintings, not  know that Alan, too, was there.