I think I ought to explain my story properly. I'm ready now. Although you have to understand some things first. I have always been troubled by nightmares. The same terrifying, irrational nightmare. I went to counselling because of them. It was affecting my sleep, so therefore my school work, and therefore my grades. It all started after a dizzy spell when I was eleven years old. I was walking home and just fainted.
In. The. Road.
In. Front. Of. A. Car.
I woke up in hospital, I'd had a terrible head trauma. And then the nightmares began. Relentlessly, every single night. Don't think I'm mad. The dreams were not because of the head trauma; it was the other way round. It was because of what happened in the other world. I was going to die the day before, but he intervened. The ruler at the time was furious, and determined to kill me the next day. So I fainted in the road - the ruler made me. But I didn't die. Because he was kind. He would become a demon to let me live. A complete stranger. He didn't know who I was, anything about me.
But. He. Didn't. Let. Me. Die.
It was only on the ruler's whim that I was going to die. He went up against the ruler. He sacrificed himself for a stranger - in exchange for my life he became a demon. Is that not the heart of goodness? If it is not then the heart of goodness does not exist.
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?
