The angel Masa lost his lover's soul from a thousand years ago and stumbled upon the young demon Vee, a possible reincarnation of his devil nemesis who was the reason for his century old grudge and anguish.
But was this really the story behind that...
So after my break down, I went back to my room and read more books about the heart transfer procedure. The demon had followed me everywhere around the house, silently watching my every move. He doesn't trust me, I can tell. But he has this weird reaction on his face that borders between fascination and pain. It's as if he's lamenting when he looks at my face, especially when I cried in front of him. And sometimes he is looking at me as if he is hungry, that I'm some kind of food that he wanted to devour.
I know that he's not the Yin that I used to know. He may have retrieved a lot of his memories but his soul refuses to recognize me. It's stupid to push the belief that if he gets his heart back, his old feelings will come rushing in again. Modern science proves that the ability to love doesn't depends on the heart. It's all in the brain. And this demon clearly refuses to. It's his rights. It's his privelege for correcting the mistakes from the past, for a demon and an angel could never be together. He'll be free to love whom ever we wants. Maybe he already has some ravishing demoness back in hell. I'll leave him be. He can finally have his hassle free and happier ending, without me in the equation.
As for me, I need to stop existing in this lifetime. If being reborn is not too much to ask, then I pray I can be a human being in my next life. I had enough of immortality. What's the use of living for eternity when I'm stuck on my own?
Sigh.
"What's with the sighing?" The demon beside me asked and I straightened my back realizing I am still being watched.
"None of your business."
"I'm bored."
"Then go away."
"Let's repot your plants again."
"Huh?"
"We haven't finish doing it yesterday. Let me try helping again."
"You are weird." And for the first time ever, he smiled to me. The genuine one. His heart inside my chest started beating madly. He can't do this to me. I am trying to suppress this longing inside me. I can't afford to fall more in love with him all over again.
"Look! I'm good at this already." The smile never leaves his handsome face as he easily pulled out the violet torenia from it's old pot. He looks like a child trying to please me and patiently waiting for a compliment.
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"You did great. Careful. Don't use too much force. You might damage the roots if you push on it too hard."
"This is a wishbone flower right?" He said it like he's familiar with the plant. Must be another streak of his old memory. "It's also known as a blue wing flower. No wonder you like this plant. It is strongly associated with angels."
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