I waited a second, the phone pressed to my ear, while my grandmother considered my words."It's a little weird that you're asking me that now." She sounded both amused and puzzled through the earpiece. I blinked. Actually, he had thought she would take it more in awe, even annoyance, not in that relaxed tone.I had called her because this morning I woke up with a knot in my stomach, with that doubt hammering in my head as if that was what my most recent nightmare had been about, even though it really wasn't.The truth was that I always lived interested in it, but my father raised me with the idea that his mother could not talk about that man. He was quite strict in that sense and it was one of the few times that he could be seen really angry if he pushed the issue."I-it just gave me that curiosity all of a sudden," I lied. Sorry if she upset you."Oh, honey, I haven't seen that man in nearly forty years." I don't mind talking about him, not anymore. —The sweetness and patience with w
So that meant that Joane hadn't told her about the afternoon I went to visit her, nor about the next day…It bothered me a little knowing that Claire did nothing but sleep, but I didn't know the consequences that having been possessed would bring her. I shuddered at the memory. I didn't know how to feel about it, knowing that Claire was already fine. Should she be happy for her, or deeply sorry for what she'd given up in exchange for it? Was she really worth it?I supposed it was normal that now I began to feel the raw remorse for having given my soul to a demon, to save the life of a person with whom I had not had the slightest contact for years.It was so strange to assimilate that in one day a lot of things could happen to me, and the next day I would return to the same routine. It was terribly exhausting, in ways I couldn't even understand, because at the same time they were tedious, somehow. My life couldn't stop, so I kept going to work regularly. I couldn't abandon my ordinary
"As if I needed it . " I mumbled inwardly."Go away," he murmured and wanted to push me, although he couldn't even touch me. I hate your stupid brother, and everything that has to do with him.The instant she mentioned Anthony again, I caught a glimpse of her eyes filling with new tears, but she looked away and patted her foot, as if that was the reason. I didn't believe him very much."Are you here alone?" I wanted to know."What the fuck do you care!" Do not go where you are not called! "Then she burst into tears.I felt a pang of discomfort, not sure what to do now."Jess..." I sighed, arming myself with patience, "you can't go alone in those conditions." —She left her teary eyes fixed on the ground and her lips trembled, trying to contain her tears. I offered him a hand. Come on, you have to get up.He gave a ragged breath. Then he reluctantly took my right hand."Just… help me find my car," he stammered.She put an arm over my shoulder, and I helped her up. She had a hard time ca
I took a deep breath, turned on my heel and continued my own aimless journey.I took advantage of the fact that I was still in the center and turned west to cross one of the many green areas that existed here. I walked on the lawn, observing the people who were enjoying a moment in the open air; Running, spending time with family, with your partner, with friends... Or, just like me, taking a moment to think. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, so the sky was bathed in the mesmerizing mix of blues, violets, and oranges of twilight.I walked the length of the land until I came upon a naturally occurring ravine, very close to the wide bank of the Willamette River. An enormous tree with a thick trunk and leaves that had the same orange tone as the atmosphere that adorned the landscape. The big picture made me feel slightly calmer, something I sorely needed. My feet were already aching after a full day's work and a long walk, so I leaned my back against the tree and slid to th
My eyelids drew together and I threw my head back. The intense desire to burst into tears was immediate, but I bit my lower lip hard in an attempt to stop it. She couldn't cry in front of him again. He'd already shed too many tears this week, and the truth was, they didn't solve anything. All they did was show the excessive repentance he felt."I should never have agreed to help you..." I muttered hoarsely, although I wasn't sure if it was meant for him, or if I was saying it to myself, as a way of reprimanding myself and telling myself how stupid and insensible I was.I breathed several times through my nose, making a colossal effort to calm down."So when will it be?" —My voice was heard strangled, charged by each of the feelings that wreaked havoc in my chest. When are you going to kill me? When you finally figure out what the shit is that makes me different? When I stop being useful to you?I was surprised at the hostility my tone exuded. But how else could I talk about my own dea
However, he did not want to fall for it. No more.I swallowed, and took a deep breath.—I'm not going to help you in this anymore… I want you to go away, and not to appear my way again. —My voice did not tremble, I did not stutter. Every word sounded full of conviction. I don't want to see you again for the rest of my life.Azazziel's eyes widened. Shock manifested itself on his face for a whole second, but in the next, the serene countenance from a while ago completely disappeared.Now his face radiated fury."I won't let this stay like this," he muttered. I still can't figure out what's wrong with your head, or why the fuck I can't see your soul. And I'm not going to give up just because you ask."I don't care if you give up or not. I just…” I looked down and filled my lungs with air, before looking back at him. I'm not going to help you do it anymore... After all, you told Mabrax that I was nothing but a freak."And you called me a pet, you fucking idiot . " I mumbled inwardly, but
Did my life really seem so miserable, as Azazziel had said before? Why did he think I wanted to die when I followed him and Mabrax? It was undeniable that I had an uncertain future, that I had no idea what to do with my existence, that I never experienced so many things that most boys my age had already done. But from there to being considered miserable ?I had been thinking about the same thing all day, and so now I was reviewing information about the careers offered by the Portland universities. I was distracting myself while I was preparing my bag to go home, when an object in plain sight made me jump.I put a hand on my chest, startled, as I gazed at the pink paper flower in front of me. It looked like an origami job or something, with a little piece of paper attached to it that had a tiny handwritten inscription—a handwriting I knew very well—that said: I'm so sorry . I miss you".I frowned and looked up at Diana. The light green of her eyes showed a regret that made my chest con
There it was again...That familiar premonition, which I wasn't sure if it still terrified me, that uncomfortable suspicion that hadn't disappeared since Saturday. And the worst thing was that she already knew that sensation so well, that she was fully aware that there was no doubt about it.Someone was watching me, but it wasn't Azazziel.In some way she couldn't understand, she could tell when it was him and when it wasn't. She had already checked it a couple of times before. Something alien in me used to react strangely when he appeared, as if he recognized—unconsciously—his presence from him from the others. He hadn't felt the same way with Mabrax or the demon-child, although they were very similar. Therefore, there was no doubt that out there, a dangerous being was waiting, perhaps, for the best moment to attack.I feared for the safety of the people in the cafe, and I swallowed hard as I looked at each one of them. I looked back at the window, at the people passing by on the str