45 Days with Logan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀"Do you know how to play the piano?" Demon asked as he pulled away from the hug, but his hands were on my waist. There was no inch of space between us, so I could feel his breath on my face.I turned slightly toward the piano behind me and slowly shook my head, avoiding his eyes."I'm sure you know how to play. Play something. I want to hear it," he said, his voice low, almost demanding... but not harsh."I really don't know how to play," I muttered."If you can rap and freestyle, I'm sure you know how to play the piano. I saw your hands hovering around the keys... you just weren't in the mood to play," he said.My brows furrowed, and I looked up at him, startled."How long were you here watching me?""The moment you sat on the piano chair," he replied."That was like thirty minutes ago? You've been here for thirty whole minutes?" I asked, sounding surprised.He nodded—calm, unfazed—like it was nothing."Play something. Whether it's perfect or not... I'm going to listen to

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀My fingers kept hovering over my phone screen as I waited for Demon's reply. This was my first time wearing jeans—and for some reason, it mattered. I needed to know if I looked good. If he thought I looked good.I was so used to wearing long dresses and skirts that it feels awkward wearing jeans. Though I have always wanted to dress like this, but Mom was always on my case, so I got used to dressing like a reverend sister.Manon and Zenia weren't with me. It would've been a lot easier. They would've laughed, hyped me up, spun me around, told me I looked amazing—even if I didn't.I called them and invited them to shop with me, but they gave me excuses. Manon said she had work to do, while Zenia claimed she was busy helping Pacard out.I knew they made up those excuses because they didn't want to hang out with me.I don't blame them.I understood them. They didn't want to be involved in anything that has to do with Demon. If they had never befriended me, they would've never c

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉My eyes batted as I slowly opened them to find Papillon sleeping beside me on the floor. My arms were wrapped around her waist.She was sleeping gently.Morning had already come. The rain was still falling in a soft, steady drizzle, tapping gently against the windows—but the thunder… the thunder was gone.I shut my eyes tightly, recalling how vulnerable I was last night.Papillon saw me.Not the man everyone fears.Not Logan Hellfire.She saw him—the fragile little boy I buried so deep I thought he was long dead.She saw the weaknesses behind the devilish person I had turned myself into.I was scared of thunder—not because of the sound it always makes, but because of what it brings back.Every single thing that broke me as a child happened under a thunderstorm.I don’t feel that trauma when it only rains. When it’s just rain without the thunderstorm, I’m okay, but when the rain comes with thunderstorms, I am not.I thought I could get over it. I thought I was over it, but w

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I didn’t understand what Demon meant, but suddenly the air inside the living room felt too thick to breathe in.I needed to leave.I don’t want to watch anymore. It was a mistake to partake in it in the first place. But how was I supposed to know it’s an adult movie? I thought it was just a regular movie, given the way it was being talked about.Anyone would do anything to watch this movie, but I wasn’t anymore. Mom didn’t raise me this way. All my life, I have never watched something like this before because she detects everything I do.Demon didn’t find the movie awkward. Of course he wouldn’t. I still haven’t forgotten Manon and Zenia’s words about how he has slept with a lot of girls.To him, scenes like this were probably normal.But to me—my heart was practically trying to tear out of my chest.I sprang up from the couch, refusing to watch anymore.“I’m going to my room,” I muttered quickly.I tried walking past him, but before I could take another step, his hand caug

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀"How are you doing, Abigail?" Dad asked as I walked down the narrow street. I was heading over to Manon and Zenia's dorm because I needed to talk to them."I'm fine, Dad." I replied."Feeling homesick?" he asked. I could hear the faint vibrating sound of the washing machine in the background—he was doing laundry. Even from miles away, I could picture him folding clothes like he always did when he was thinking too much."Not really. I love it here in L'impasse des Ombres." I said, and a small smile spread across my lips before I could stop it."L'... what?" Dad repeated.The smile on my face vanished immediately. I forgot I was lying to my dad and mentioned L'impasse des Ombres to him."I thought you're staying with Ruby close to the Eiffel Tower. Why are you suddenly mentioning that? What does that even mean?" he asked.I touched my earlobe, grateful that at least Dad doesn't know what L'impasse des Ombres means in English. If he does, I would have a really hard time."Abig