I said he wasn't human. That much was true. But he wasn't an angel.
He. Was. A. Demon.
He was the creature from my nightmares. But he was also the man from my sweetest of dreams. He was my saviour. My god. My devil. And my own creation.
What force allowed him to become real is beyond me. Or maybe he was always real. Maybe I'm the made up one. Or maybe that it was my dream. My nightmare. Maybe that was the part that was untrue.
He was my good demon. He was good. He was just unfortunate. And different.
Differences. Are. Never. Tolerated.
People pretend they are, but they cannot hide from me the disgust they feel when they see a cripple, an invalid, a madman. For I can see people's true natures.
I. Can. See. Your. Nature.
That is my curse and blessing. That is why I hate. But it still isn't the answer.
Why. Did. He. Save. Me?
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Why. Did. He. Save. Me?
RomanceWhy did he save me? Of all people. Why couldn't he have saved someone good like himself. Why did he trust me? You cannot trust anyone. Definitely not me. Why did he go against all logic? Why. Did. He. Save. Me?
