(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)It was rare that I found time to sit in front of my canvas in front of the doors leading to my balcony. The curtains and doors were wide open and the rays of sunlight shone on me.I brought the pencil to the board but instead of being subjugated with inklings as I usually did, my brain was blanker than a sheet but I managed a stroke.Painting and drawing were my safe space, my only narcotic and cure from the blitz of anger and hunger inside of me but right now, I needed a muse.I reeled my head, looking over to Rhys who was occupying my sofa and browsing through a magazine. Feeling my attention on him, he lifted his head and locked me with his goldish orbs. "Is there something you need, little human?"I let my eyes roam all over his body, capturing every piece. I'd seen him without clothes before but the image in my head was blurry, it wasn't clear enough to plant on my canvas. "Take off your shirt." I blurted.He crooked the perfect eyebrow, questioning."I
(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)It was a Thursday and I was in my school's faculty building with a medic's coat over my outfit.School hours ended almost an hour ago but it was like there was a magnet keeping me rooted to my seat or I just didn't want to leave till I'd filled my stretch book with the perfectness of Rhys.His features were flawless and no matter how much I strived, I couldn't get his eyes right. Those sandy orbs looked like they could see through my soul and know my sinister desires but he already did and that was the sexiest thing ever.I scowled and leaned back in my seat as I noticed I'd drawn the shape of his eyes wrong for the third time. With a grunt, I opened another page and continued fresh work.This time, I must get those eyes right or I won't leave this building!"I knew I would find you here."The familiar voice of Blake had me freezing. What was he doing here? With my vigorous schedule today, how did he figure I would be here of all places?I cleared my throat a
(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)"You disgust me, Cameron!"The words echoed again and again, making me snort. I looked at the bartender standing at the other side of the counter. "Can I have another glass?"He gave me a bizarre look, then I realized he knew who I was. Nearly everyone in this godforsaken club knew who I was but I didn't care. I just needed a bloody drink.He strolled over, leaning toward me to whisper. "I don't know if you realized but there are a lot of people watching you right now and I didn't see you walk in with a guard so I'm going to advise you to tone it down if you don't want to regret it in the morning." I smirked and leaned closer, our faces almost touching. "I regret a lot of things, pretty bartender but tonight, I don't care if the world ends." I moved away and gave him a grin. "Just give me another drink, my reputation can go into the gutter.""Alright then." He nodded, moved back, and poured me another glass of the strongest liquid I'd ever had.I brought the
(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)“Do you know what you have just done?!” my Dad’s voice reverberated, and his eyes equally showcased how disgruntled he was. I peeped a glance at Mom, where she resided on a couch. I couldn't read what was on her mind and I didn't care at the moment to figure it out. I turned my attention to my dad when he unexpectedly reached out and clasped my arm roughly, making me meet his ferocious eyes. "Look and answer me when I'm talking to you, boy!" He snarled. "I worked so hard to get my company and this family where it is and all you do is ruin what I've built. You are good for nothing!" He let go of my arm with a shove that had me staggering and gaining my balance."All I did was yell at you to rectify your mistake but you ran out and went to some disgusting club and hauled our name further into the mud!" Mom finally rose from her seat, standing beside her husband.I clamped my hands in fists. "I didn't make any mistakes. I never slept with anyone to get my roles
[CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW]A groan left my throat at the awful pain in my head. Wait! Pain?!Shouldn't I be dead? Why was I feeling instead?Sluggishly, I opened my eyes, being overcome with the brightest of the room and once my vision cleared, I found myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling and the beeping sounds coming from beside me made me realize I was in the hospital.Hospital, alive? How-“Good, you are awake.”I turned towards the voice, finding my mom occupying a hand chair. She stood up and advanced towards me on the bed. “Are you surprised to see that you’re alive?” she tsked. “Don't worry, I'm surprised too. The whole world is since your audacious act was caught on camera and now everyone thinks your dad and I are credible for your act of suicide and guess what, Mr. Charlie revealed this is not the first or second time you have tried to kill yourself, making us look bad in the public eye.” she sported a grin but there was something dark about it. It made me quake. She cont
(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)In this world, there has only been one person who has truly made me feel like I was a human with emotions—Charlie. He was the father I wished I had and made me feel less alone. Then Rhys appeared. He read me like I was an open book; he knew me like he knew the back of his hand. With him, all of my feelings were genuine; I did not have to pretend. And now there was Kai. Hours had passed since he entered my hospital room, and it appeared that he had no intention of leaving. We played game after game, and whenever we needed something in our stomachs, he always rushed out to get some. I realized in an instant that he was my first friend. With him, my smiles were outsized. The fact that I was no longer alone made me exuberant. I wished the moment had continued longer.My broad smile shrank, and my fingers immediately stopped tapping the phone's screen. When the door was pushed open and Blake was rushing in like a hurricane, I put the game on hold. He appeared
(RHYS'S POINT OF VIEW) As demons, we didn't follow the rules of nature and did whatever we liked, but still, there were coincidences for some actions that just couldn't be avoided, like interfering with the fate of a human—keeping them alive when their time on earth had come to an end.I received a thunderclap as punishment for meddling with Cameron's fate. A normal demon would have shattered like a bulb. For a superior being like myself, the first one was only a warning, and the second would be the equivalent of being executed.I had been alive for countless years; death had become a friend. I had witnessed people lose their lives to illness, accidents, old age, diseases, or suicide, and whenever that happened, I could only laugh at the patheticness of how little they seemed to value what they had.Watching another human take their life should have been commonplace, and I should have laughed about it. However, seeing this human jump to his death felt like the end of the world, and I
(RHYS'S POINT OF VIEW)Shit! What have I done?"It does not hurt, and I am not sure why." He said it in a daze, but his eyes screamed dread and mayhem. I dashed over to his side. "Come on, let's get you out of here." I attempted to lift him, but he pushed my hands away, cringing away from me as if my touch had burned him, which hurt."Don't touch me." He hugged his body but paused as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. He approached, took my shirt, and drew me in. "Perhaps pain is insufficient. Fuck me, Rhys. Take my soul, if you will. I don't want it." He leaned in for a kiss, but I moved and grabbed his hands instead. He laughed, and his eyes showcased depression. "Even you do not want me. I'm worthless."I wished he cried, which would make him more human, but his eyes had no tears, which twisted my heart. It hurt.I entered the bathtub behind him without giving it a second thought and held him close to my chest, despite his attempts to break free.Perhaps saving this human w