Meeting The Devil

DEVON       

        I bolted upright on my bed, covering my face with my hands as hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I'd dreamt of loosing Theo again. It's been three years since he died but I still haven't gotten over him. It feels like he died just yesterday and each time I close my eyes, I see him fade away. He'd been so pale and cold. We didn't even get to give him a befitting burial. As it is, fairies who die in the human world usually fade away and that's exactly what happened. I stopped having the nightmares two years after he'd passed away. Now, I just had the nightmare again. It makes it harder to move on. I got out of bed and picked up a framed photo on my nightstand. It was the photo I'd taken with Theo three years back in Paris. I looked up at the calendar in my room. My heart sank when I realized that this was the same day I'd lost my soulmate three years ago. Despite the fact that I've met up with several therapists, I still