I cannot sleep at night anymore. That's not how things work.I drift in and out of consciousness, but I do not sleep. I do not dream. My life is an awkward blur of time and nothingness. No life left in me. Just a story to tell. If I slept, if I dreamt, I would see him again. We would be reunited.
They. Won't. Let. That. Happen.
We would be happy if that happened. But we aren't allowed our happiness. We are different. We are unwanted. For I would trade all the goodness we once held, just to be with him. We could be sinful and mean like the rest of the world and live in peace.
We are nothing.
We still are good, deep down. Once you get past my layers of hate and injury and disgust, my pure heart still lives. I cannot reach it though.
No. One. Can.
I can still reach his though. His heart could never be tinged with hate. He was a demon, yes, but not in the common sense. He still is pure. No matter what they do to us, we are still connected, as we were before we even knew of each other's existence. We cannot be separated.
N.E.V.E.R.
We are part of the same person, and yet we are two. We cannot exist without being bound. Not since he saved me.
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?
