Devils May Love

Chapter Thirty Seven

It has been mere days since the distance between the lovers increased their separation. Yet, time has transformed into an eternal abyss, each second dragging on like an eon. With each passing day, the emptiness within them grows, as the once vibrant colors of our relationship fade into a monotonous gray. The constant yearning for her touch lingers, haunting their every waking moment. The warmth of her embrace, like a distant memory, remains just out of reach. The bond that they share offers a meager solace, a temporary reprieve from this overwhelming desolation. But it is not enough.

As the days passed, the physical void between them widens, pushing their souls further apart. The love that once bound them together now feels ethereal, as if it can be blown away by the scarcity of their interactions. Words typed on a phone screen are a poor substitute for the lyrical poetry of our shared conversations, now lost in the vast expanse between them. In these moments of solitude, they find themselves lost in the labyrinthine thoughts of what could have been. The dreams that once held dear now hang by a thread, the weight of their separation threatening to sever it forever. As the distance grows, so does the fear that this chasm may be impossible to bridge.

A longing for their presence permeates every fiber of their being. Each sunrise brings with it a glimmer of hope, yet the sunset shatters it into a million iridescent shards. The beauty of the world around them, once whispering sweet nothings in their ears, now feels hollow, lacking in meaning. Everything exists in its own vacuum, devoid of the spark that only they can ignite. Yet, amidst this melancholy, they find solace in the bittersweet memories. The laughter, the shared secrets, and the stolen kisses illuminate their darkest moments, a flickering candle in the labyrinth of despair. They remind them of the depth of their connection, that even distance cannot erase the strength of their bond.

And so, as time drags on, they left with undying hope. The hope that one day, their paths will converge once more, bridging the chasm that separates them. As the days continue to pass, their love for them grows stronger, unwavering in its resolve. For now, they must endure the ache of distance, knowing that their love will endured storms in the future. Though the days may stretch into eternity, it is in this emptiness that they reminded of the sheer magnitude of our love. And so, they wait―for the moment when their souls will reunite, and the days of longing will become a distant, faded memory.

Eva's POV;

The days has passed since I kissed her goodbye, here I am locked myself in my room, glancing the portrait that I drew, as it is the only reminisce that I had with her. I tried to capture every detail on her softly face, her lips that I crave for, the eyes that can ignite my heart, only she can hold such presence to draw me towards her. Since these days had turned eons, I felt that my bond with her..is unstable, I felt that she is on the verge of losing herself, I tried to control my feelings, I tried to stay positive, but none of that was able to help her. Since that day, I've lost connection to everyone around me, dad made sure that he cuts us out, playing his mind games so we can give up and let everything go away. Regardless, whatever he does, I will find my way back to her, but I hope it won't be too late, as I can feel a sinister presence ignited in her heart. I don't know what happened in their end, but all I can sense is anger, rage, disappointment and grief.

I hope that they are all alright, especially Layla's lover..I can't brush off her scream the other day, it was full of agony and pain. No wonders why Layla has been walking away in the woods, I don't blame her, yet I don't know what she had done that forced her to leave her room everyday exactly at 5 am. I don't remember her enjoying the walk in the woods, and well of course she is not alone, dad made sure to have 4 bodyguards that follow us even inside our home, he is so desperate to keep us looked, but for how long? And Anahel, the last time I've spoken to her, was when we had the conversation with dad, I can see her leaving and rushing through the woods to hunt, at least she has something to clam herself down. Sigh, how ironic that both of them, that I didn't expect to love this deeply, ended up feeling...lonely and lost. Lastly is me of course, the princess, the girl who she promised her father that she will crush his enemies, sitting still in front of the easel, holding my brush to draw her face again, the face that my father repugnance, yet I adore it.