I closed my eyes tightly for a second and sighed deeply, before trying to gather my courage and force my trembling legs to move towards him.Instead of hugging me, like I thought he would, his hand squeezed mine very firmly. A slight uncertainty washed over me when her free arm wrapped around my waist, but not in a loving gesture, but rather as if she didn't want me to move. She leaned down until she rested the pile on the top of my head and my face was buried in her chest. The simple fact of being like this, so close to him, appreciating his particular and attractive aroma, caused the pain to explode in my chest and the desire to shed the tears that I had been holding in for so long to become unbearable.He didn't take long to speak again. And when he did, his voice was barely a hoarse whisper, but charged with firm determination:—Amy Masters…, I release you from the pact.I couldn't understand it. For a few seconds of cruel and absolute silence, my brain could not assimilate what h
“Don't go,” I repeated, and by then my voice was barely a hoarse, unsteady whisper. Don't stay with me if you don't want to, but don't go back there . Don't go back to that place. You don't have to obey orders from Asmodeus or any other demon, I know you don't want that. You have the possibility to choose.He frowned slightly. Her jaw and his fists clenched together, and his Adam's apple bobbed as I saw him swallow.-You're wrong. This is what I want. It's what I've always wanted. You were a dangerous distraction in my plans, Amy, and I can't let it stay that way. I'm not going to change who I am, I can't... I don't want to. I will always be what you see.I bit my lower lip, hard. My jaw continued to tremble, the corners of my eyes burned from the intense desire to burst into tears. But, there was also something else now, a different emotion from the searing tightness that wreaked havoc on my chest. Something different, but equally overwhelming.Rage . Raw and intense rage.—I see...
I opened my eyes slowly, very calmly. For the first time in a long time, my heart was not beating frantically against my ribs, but rather just beating at a slow, even rhythm.And it hurt with every movement I made inside my chest.To be honest, I didn't want to get up. I wouldn't have done it if it weren't for the fact that I had biological needs and my stomach, which had been growling quite early on, was already starting to hurt. Still, I struggled to suppress my hunger for several hours, only because I really didn't feel like leaving this room. I had no desire to leave these four walls of a house that was not mine, nor to face the world as it was now. I didn't feel in the mood to see Nat and tell him everything... Or to face what had happened.What was finished during the early morning. Just like how it started.I would have liked to come out of the chamber undefeated. I would have loved to have been filled with pride and gone to Nat's room to tell her that I didn't really cry; that
I wasn't sure if it was because of the loud noise or the unexpectedness of his act, but my heart skipped a beat and accelerated in a flash. Then, without saying anything at all, and with a sudden anger radiating from her face, she strode to the huge window and opened it roughly.—Listen to me, idiot, and listen to me well! —He shouted at the top of his lungs, in the middle of the backyard with his head raised, looking towards the sky. Her voice broke, but she continued. When I find someone who is much better than you and I am very happy, I don't want you to come back, do you hear me?! Did you hear, idiot?! I never want you to come back, you damned demon!I could hear the sob of rage that left her mid-rude, and I didn't know how to react. I remained completely static. I couldn't decide if I should run to her and hug her, or just stay there and let her scream.He didn't know how to console her. And much less did I know what to do when, progressively, a new wound began to open in the cen
It didn't take long when, immersed in my own bubble of silence and anguish, I managed to hear Anthony's footsteps down the stairs. I closed my eyes tightly, not feeling ready to face him or face whatever he wanted to say, and I stayed very still. However, not a single word came out of his mouth. He just approached and sat down carefully and silently in a corner of the sofa where I was, next to my head.Anthony didn't learn much; In fact, I didn't tell him anything at all. I didn't have to give him any explanation, he didn't make an effort to find out what he had done those two weeks that I wasn't home. My brother didn't scold me for crying, he didn't tell me that he was an idiot for trusting the wrong guy, nor did he make fun of me like he used to do with every mistake he made. He just ran his fingers through my hair for a long time, like my mother used to do with us when we were children and needed her attention.That gesture alone was enough for me to start crying uncontrollably, so
I left the room and closed the door carefully, slowly, with a lump forming in my throat. Then, with a heavy heart and low spirits, I walked to my bedroom. Even without having entered, I already knew that I would feel much worse.I would have loved to be able to walk into my own room and be calm, to feel like I was in my personal refuge, somewhere protected and safe from the world. But it was not like that. My chest squeezed violently when I looked from the threshold at my unmade bed, my old desk with my laptop and a couple of books scattered on top, the closet, a couple of clothes thrown away and everything else, as messy as it always used to be... I hadn't even made it a month outside, but it felt like years had passed since I last set foot here. Everything was just as I left it, nothing had moved from its place.So when my eyes eventually came across the nightstand that sat on the side of my bed, I froze. I felt a stream of ice run down my back. And, in the next second, a gasp escap
I didn't realize that Alexander had followed me into the room until I heard his moans. The pitiful sound he emitted managed to bring me out of the rage I was immersed in, and he made me open my eyes. Then, a gasp of pure shock and horror left my lips.My fingers opened and dropped the flower I was previously holding, now in a strange, misshapen and blackish shred from which a row of gray smoke seemed to be coming out.But what…?Even with my eyes filled with tears, I was able to see the faint trace of what appeared to be real smoke emanating from the palms of my hands. I didn't believe it. It couldn't be possible. Either my own sense was deceiving me, or in the end I did end up losing my mind.However, the image disappeared from my sight as soon as panic overwhelmed me.The active part of my brain made me react and I stood up. Out of pure instinct rather than anger, I stepped several times on the black flower from which a faint smoke was emanating. A strong smell burned my nose. The s
And if my feelings were, then so was Asmodeus and his promise to see us again.I looked at my hands, which now looked as ordinary as they had always been. At this point, after experiencing for myself the kind of things I was capable of, and even though it seemed uncomfortable, strange and improbable, I had to consider the possibility that maybe I wasn't human. Not at all. But if I looked at it from another perspective than I had done this time, maybe that wasn't the most important thing. Because how different could humans be from angels and demons? If we were all originated by the same being, were we deep down so different from each other?The difference was that we had a choice. I could choose.I clenched my fists tightly as I stood up and, taking a deep breath, squared my shoulders.The obsession that they always had, the doubt of my origin, that which dominated them so much was really not interesting at all. For me, not anymore. Because what did matter was what he could do with thi