which seems to be a natural response when someone claims to be the devil. run far away and never even think to look back. though if he would have admitted that, she didn’t know if she would have done the same.
he hadn’t laid a finger on her. actually, she really did enjoy
It was a god given talent. Sadly. Which he hated. But alas he was not one to Lie to those he deemed worthy of being truthful too. At the question he hesitated. People hear that he's the devil and they run. Run as fast as their little legs can carry them.
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little at his next comment. no so sure where he happened to be coming from there.
“ I beg to differ about that. there’s nothing special about me. I’m just a young lady who’s lived in the same town her whole life, with her mother that’s always been here to help raise
mindlessly strolling down the side of the road. keeping to herself.
her mother is dead. she * killed her. not necessarily on purpose, either. where is she * supposed to go from here ?!
all of those questions. that my father passed before I was born. that he didn’t know about me. that if he did, he probably wouldn’t have stuck around. she’s always refused to tell me how they met. for some reason. “
the few puzzle pieces that she had been missing her whole life were very slowly beginning to reveal themselves. the truth was beginning to come out, and it was going to happen even if her mom didn’t want it too. even if she tried to wish it away.
what did the woman think was
he listened without interruption, allowing her every word to settle in a way he could understand deeply. there was something so painfully familiar about the uncertainty in her voice. the desperate need for answers, the frustration of discovering that those entrusted with ─
and stayed there. at least someone was giving her answers that she had asked for.
“ you don’t know my mother, though. I do kinda need to be prepared for this conversation. “ , began. just after it seemed he was done.
“ I’m sure she’ll have an almost logical answer to
super sorry about that. had she anything else, she would give it to him. damn. he must have been here a pretty good while if he’s done forgot just where he was. maybe it’s best he heads to his place soon. now that she thinks about it.
lukewarm as hell, but he takes the bottle anyways. weak simper flashed, squinting as he observes the area. right. public library. he did forget the locale 'neath the throbbing permeating cranium. oops?