I'm more than a surrogate Luna
Slowly, I knelt and reached underneath, my fingers brushing against something.
I pulled out a small piece of paper, it seems like it was ripped out of a journal.
The edges were frayed, the ink slightly smudged, but I could still read the words.
"He watches me, even in the dark, I feel his presence, he whispers my name in my sleep, and calls me to him. He says he’ll take me soon, he says I belong to him. A demon…my lover.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
I read it again, my hands trembling.
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