Baby blue short stories

the depressed human 5

PoV Mason
I was back in the manor, in my room, and I still felt awful.

Stanford had refused to have me put in a mental hospital. Said that was for people who actually needed help. People who didn't just want attention.

They had removed any sharp objects from my room and bathroom though.

I could always break a cup or a plate...

There was a knock on the door.

I smiled softly, because there was only one person in this house, that would knock so gently.

"Come in.", I called.

William entered the room and handed me a glass of water.

"Oh. Thank you.", I sighed and carefully drank some of it.

Stanford had asked the demon to bring me water three times a day, so I wouldn't dehydrate.

"Does it still hurt?", I asked carefully.

"It's alright. Your uncle will remove the stitches today. I've had worse. ", Will gestured to his back with a smile.

Stanford had been really mad when they came from the hospital visit.

When I came back the next day, the demon was still flinching at every touch.

"I'm really sorry. Shouldn't have pulled you into this, that wasn't okay of me.", I apologized for the 5th time since yesterday.

William closed the door behind him.

"Master? May I ask you something?", he sighed.

I nodded.

"A few weeks ago you said, you had feelings for me.", he said. I blushed.

"Do you...still have feelings for me?", William stammered.

He blushed too.

I put my hand on his and stroked his soft skin carefully.

"I think so. ", I replied.

The demon leaned his forehead against mine.

Our fingers interweaving, we leaned in and suddenly his lips were on mine.

I kissed him so carefully, he was the one to deepen the kiss. I put a hand to his cheek.

We fell onto the bed, still kissing over and over again.

Eventually, we wrapped our arms around each other and just held on, until we heard someone calling for my demon.

He left, but his scent stayed.

I felt happy. For the first time in months, I actually felt happy.

PoV Will
The taste of the human was still lingering on my lips.

I never thought I'd have feelings for a Gleefull, but now I couldn't stop thinking of Mason.

Maybe I was just craving loving attention, but maybe I was really in love with him.

It was moments we had spend alone in the past week. Mason had grown into a big dreamer, in the best way possible. I loved hearing talk about the hobbies he's been having secretly.

He also told me, that he had secretly started donating to organizations that helped children in africa go to school.

He was passionate about that.

I almost walked past my masters door.

Carefully, I knocked.

Stanford called me inside.

I closed the door behind me. Luckily he just wanted to remove those stitches.

"I don't get it, William. Why is Mason acting like this? It's ridiculous.", he suddenly snapped.

I looked at him, then asked if he was expecting an answer from me.

"If you have one?", he chuckled.

"Children need love to grow, like flowers need water. If you don't provide that, they die slowly.", I sighed.

"You think I don't water my plants?", Stanford asked.

"I think the twins haven't experienced love in a long time."

"Then why isn't Mabel depressed?", my master finished wiping my back and helped me sit up.

"People are different and so are their reactions to trauma. You also never hit her.", I risked it.

My master turned around.

"So you're saying its my fault he tore his fucking arm apart?!", he growled.

I took a deep breath.

"I'm saying your family traditions and rules are killing him.", I claimed.

The back of his hand collided with my face. I deserved that.