°•- What if -•°

Take me away 💔

Emma was like the sun. Bright and full of energy. Her smiles are contagious in an addicting sense. Her personality brightens the room despite how many times Ray rejected her offers. She was bright.

Norman was like a moon. His calm demeanor and cool attitude was one that calms his family down. He handles things with ease and always thinks of the best possible way to brighten both the sun and everyone's day. Despite Ray's cold attitude, Norman doesn't push or force yet he patiently waits for him just like how Emma tries to pull him out of his space. He was bright too.

Sometimes they were too bright...

So bright and dazzling that Ray couldn't help turn his back at them and blend into the dark. Just stay in the dark where as if a line is drawn between them with him in the shade. He could've reached them but he can't. He sees the red on his hands.

His hands bled through all his ways of getting information. He was tainted and dirty. A faul existence opposite of those two.

" So the traitor is you, Ray. "

Norman's words are true but for him to look at him so coldly broke his heart. If he had any after all he had done.

It didn't matter to him what would and will become of him but it mattered what would become of them.

He smirked and grin despite the heartache because it was funny. It was ironic that the cruel Ray was hurt by words.

It was a pity. A pity that they had befriended or even lived with someone as horrible as he.

" Become my spy. " He offered.

Norman.
oh Norman.
Indeed he didn't want to let go of their friendship.
But he was a wicked child that had let and led the children around him to their death.

" Are you an idiot? "

Despite what he said, he offers his hand to Norman because he knows that Emma's bright light won't let her Not take the children with her. He had thought of it before. Would outing himself to Emma be a greater outcome or to both of them. But not to Emma in his made up scenarios. He had stopped it midway the plan to tell Emma directly his plan. Norman was the moon therefore to Ray he was far wiser than Emma's naivety and irrationality.

Norman hesitated. He hesitated to take his hand. To taint his hand just like Ray did.

Ray respects that. He really does.

But respect won't keep his two lights alive. He treasures them too much to let them just die here even if it was the opposite of what he said to Norman.

" We wouldn't be in this situation if you had done your job that day. "

True. He was a double stabber. A fake and unreliable child. He betrayed his mother and his friends.
He was a demon child if ever.
Could he be worse than a demon?

Just because he doesn't want Emma and Norman to die like the others. The world where he can feel at ease are only when those two are present and if even one of them were to disappear from his world...
Then he might not stay sane anymore.
He might just break.

He might as well just destroy everything.

" You're not alone anymore. "

Emma spoke up. Holding his bloody hands as if she won't get tainted. Her hands were soft and determined to keep her hold on his. Then she squeezes it too tightly to warn him. To as if tell him to stop being a demon. Stop doing all those evil choices to save us kind of thing.

He felt his heartbeat increase but for a reason he didn't like. He felt comforted for a short while until he felt fear. The fear of causing Emma to lose her smile. The fear of Norman losing Emma.