This can be considered a draft. I've been working on this fic for so long and the pieces are really falling together even more. When I say that it is a huge universe all its own, I'm not kidding. There are so many different parts to this story. I'm nervous about posting it because it can go a number of ways and I just...I do want it to be something that others enjoy but... maybe if I get a beta one day, I'll be more focused on posting it somewhere for everyone to read and all but, for the time being, I hope that you enjoy this preview. I welcome any thoughts and criticisms and all even though it's not much at all.
Have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening wherever you are. And remember that, no matter where you are, who you are, you are loved. ♡
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Collapsed, she lay on the floor, body too heavy for her to move. She saw this coming. She felt it but she gave in. He preyed on her weakness, revealing his own to her in the process. It wasn’t as though she could play on it now. There wasn’t anything she could do in her current position. She feels a shiver run down her spine as his cold hand graces her cheek, his smile is dark but the look in his eyes in compassionate. Maybe he would always be a torn soul.
“You fell in love with a demon. Tell me. How’s that feel?”
She doesn’t answer, of course, and he isn’t expecting one.
“You gave me your heart. The first person I’ve ever met to give me something without expecting anything in return. This isn’t punishment for anything you’ve done. No, you will always have my heart.”
She tries to reach for him, barely moving, but he catches sight of her trying and gently grasps her hand in his own. He traces his fingers over her wrist. There’s a burning where he touches but, with the pain that’s already consuming her body at the moment, her brain is too overwhelmed to process anything additional.
“Call it the human part of me. I can’t let you die and, maybe it’s selfish, but I refuse to let it happen. You will be a great name among your kind. I will make sure that’s how the story goes.”
She clutches weakly at his hand, the edges of her vision turning black.
“Rest,” he says as he reaches to gently draw down her lids, “Rest. When you wake, your world will be different but renewed.”
Giving in to the weight against her body, a different weight from before, when she was sure she was going to die. As evil as he may be, she knows his heart, the one that most people don’t even believe, let alone think, he has. She’s seen different sides of him.
She knows that, no matter how long she sleeps, when she wakes, she’ll still be tied to him. That she will never be free of him, but that he will never be free of her all the same. They are bound for eternity and that’s exactly how they’ll always want it.
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