Standing in your balcony, feeling the cold evening breeze against your skin used to bring a bright smile on your face. That was until your 18th birthday, three years ago, which changed your life upside down.
What felt like a person standing beside you brought you back to reality. And indeed, there was a person. A tall, young man, who doesn't look like a normal human being, who's probably in his early twenties was standing there, enjoying the breeze just like you.
Who is he? And how did he enter?
You snapped your fingers at his face. "Who are you?"
He turned around, with a frown on his forehead. "Usually, when people see me, they would freak out."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I'm a demon."
"Satan's child?"
"Kind off."
"And why are you here?"
"I wanted some entertainment."
"Do I look like a clown to you?"
"More or less." You rolled your eyes at him.
"No but really, who are you? And how did you get in?"
"I told you, I'm a demon or a Satan's child as you said."
"Show me something that would possibly make me believe that you're a demon."
"What do you want me to show you?"
"Surprise me." You crossed your arms. You didn't know where this confidence was coming, but you weren't going to show the raising anxiety in the pit of your stomach to this intruder. But the same time, you weren't in any rush to kick him out. You were at the point of your life where you would appreciate any kind of company.
"Okay, close your eyes."
"What for?" You furrowed your eyebrows.
"Just do it." You obeyed. "Now imagine you're at your neighbor's balcony."
"Oooh, that's interesting." You imagined yourself in the balcony of your hot neighbor, aka, the Changbin.
"Do you want to see what he's doing now?"
"Isn't that like, invading his... privacy?"
"Do you want to prove myself or not."
"Fine."
"Good girl." You blushed at the nickname this handsome stranger gave you. "Can you see?"
A vague image of Changbin, sitting on his couch, lifting the dumbbell which would probably weigh around 15kg came into your mind, as you were actually watching him doing it.
"Dude, he's buff." You heard a huff, and you were bought back to reality. "Noooo," You whined. "I was enjoying."
"Do you believe me now?"
That's when the realization hit, and your hands flew to your mouth. "So, you really are a demon."
"Yes, babe." He said in a sassy tone.
"Why are you here anyway? What does a demon want from me?"
"Like I told you, I was looking for some entertainment and saw you standing here all alone."
"Are you entertaining yourself?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty impressed with your performance." You rolled your eyes at him. "But real question though, why do you look so down in the dumps?"
"I'm in fact down in the dumps."
"Interesting. Wanna talk about it?"
"To you?"
"What's wrong with me?" It was his turn to furrow his eyebrows.
"Well, you're a fallen ange- "
He winced as if he touched a burning pot. "Let's not use angel here. I prefer demon."
"Okay demon. Since you're a demon, I don't think you would understand human feelings."
"Who was talking about feelings anyway. I asked, if you wanted to talk about you being sad and depressed." He said, emphasizing on the last words.
"That's feelings." You shook your head.
"Whatever. Entertain me peasant."
You sighed before extending your hands to point out in the air. "Get out of here."
"You can't kick a demon out."
"I know. Still, get out." You glared at him.
"Okay chill. I'm out." He raised his hands in a surrender manner and slowly despaired into the thin air.
Even though, he was annoying, you still enjoyed his company. Something about this fallen angel made you feel at ease. It felt like someone was there to care. But still he was a demon.
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You closed your laptop after you were done with your work and made way to your kitchen. After making a cup of coffee for yourself, you went to the balcony and plopped down on the chair. Sipping your coffee, you were enjoying the calmness of the evening until you felt the same presence beside you.
Turning around, you asked:
"Why are you here again?"
"I was bored."
"Okay. I hope you love to sit in silence because I love sitting in silence." You said and turned your attention back to your coffee.
"Oh, come on. Don't be like that." He whined. "Talk to me."
"What is there to talk with you?"
"Let's talk about why you are sad."
"You're not gonna drop it, are you?"
"Nah."
"Will you leave if I tell you."
"Let's see."
"Okay. Three years back, on my eighteenth birthday, me with my parents was going to a restaurant to celebrate. On the way, we were met with an accident which took the life of my parents and as per the doctors, it was a miracle that I was able to survive because according to them, it wasn't a crash that would spare any life. Since then, all my friends and relatives marked me as a cursed child who took her parents life. And I have been alone since then. Happy now?" Even though you were trying so hard not to spill any drop of tear, your eyelids were refusing to hold on any longer and a drop of tear rolled down your face.
"That's... tragic." That was all he said, before he came closer and wrapped his arms around your trembling figure.
It felt warm. It felt comforting. It felt caring.
Along with his arms, his huge black wings were also wrapped around you, hiding in his little cocoon. And the tears running down your cheeks were non stopping.
He was slowly stroking your back. Your hands were clutching his silky black shirt.
"Hush, hush. It's okay." He kept whispering in your ears. "I'll be with you from now on. To hear you, to comfort you, to keep you away from any harm. I promise."
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