Angel's Silhouette (18+) ☑

Behind The Devil's Curtain (2)

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Damien

I stumbled in through the front door of my house. Geni's car had been in the driveway, but all the lights were off inside. I had tried to bang on the door, but she did not answer. Probably better this way. I was halfway to drunk and in a lousy mood.

Without taking off my shoes, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a drink. I slammed that, then poured one more.

Should I have another?

No, probably not.

Did I want another?

Yes, I fucking did.

I walked around the house, drink in hand, and began opening the windows. The house smelt old and stale from being locked up for so long without anyone in it. Good thing I didn't own any plants, they would all be dead.

I walked to my Angel's window, my drink slipping out of my hand and falling to floor, when I saw her message.

"I only belong to my Devil. (Yes, I will be yours)"

Well, shit.

She had said yes.

I had completely shut her out from the moment I left. It had all been too much.

When I had received the phone call telling me my mother had died, I felt like my world shattered into a million pieces.

One week later, Earl died from a heart attack.

Both. Gone. Just like that.

Earl. Fuck. That stunt that he pulled was now going to haunt me for the rest of my life. His Last Will and Testament. I would lose everything. Including everything of my mother's. Her charity. Her life's work. Her memory. If I forfeited everything, it would go to my oldest cousin, Henry. He would dissolve everything the first chance he had.

I had to make a decision on what to do.

All I wanted was my Angel. When I was sober, I could handle it, keep it at bay. I knew I was emotionally shutting down. I was just fine with that. I didn't want to feel any more pain. I didn't want to hurt anymore. But now, after many, many drinks, I just wanted to hold her.

Her words had stuck with me, from the night she had kicked me out of her house. She couldn't keep doing the hot and cold. I had to stop that. It was either all in or all out. Prior to receiving that phone call, I was all in. Now, I wasn't sure.

I felt so God damned conflicted.

If I let her in and loved her wholly... What if something happened to her. What if she left me? I loved her. I knew I loved her with everything in me. Now this fucking will.

Could I walk away, give everything up for her? I knew she wouldn't let me though.

Could I hide it, keep it from her? I couldn't do that.

How was I going to make it all work? So fucking many unanswered questions.

The movement through the window caught my eye and I inhaled sharply. She was there, watching me. I could make out my Angel's silhouette.

In that moment, she felt so close, yet so far away. My hand instinctively reached out and laid flat against the window, palm facing her.

The movement again, and then she was gone.