A year to love the devil
He said heartlessly as he offered his hands for me to hold.
"True," I said as I stood up, holding his hands.
A sharp jolt of something tragic coursed through me.
Blood, a sword, dead bodies, more like a massacre...
"What's wrong?" He asked as I pulled my hands away from his.
"N-nothing," I replied, shaking my head. I was hallucinating, it had to be hallucinations.
He narrowed his eyes at me, but didn’t press further. Not yet.
“You’re shaking,” he said, voice colder now. “If you’re going to survive this, make them pay, and the most important part, TO LOVE ME, you need to stop flinching at shadows.”
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