|| WARNING|| MENTIONS OF SELF INFLICTION ( STABBING) IS IN THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU OR SOMEONE IS SELF INFLICTING, DO SEEK HELP IMMEDIATELY.
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It didn't feel real to you. That night when you barely had any movement or mobility over your own body. It felt like something or someone possessed you. You can't reconstruct anything during the period of that night.
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It was just like the day before but with the horror of your fate of falling in love so suddenly in your mind. Filling it every time you'd drift off in the clouds that were in your head. You'd slap your hand any moment the thought got to you.
You wandered in your thoughts. Doting on who the possible candidates were. To waste your time not focusing on your demon studies, you decided to make a mind map of most men you knew that could be a potential lover.
You gathered all men in your life that you knew, ones your age mainly as you would refuse to date a guy that could be your grandfather. You lowered your limits to 4 men.
Chion, he was an odd guy, you'd barely talk to him or see him as for his long absence with that utter filth Vivian. Jade, was a sweet guy, yet is way too much in his thoughts, and is already pursuing Isolde. Percival, You didn't know him all that well. He is an adorable guy and determined but as far as you know Anne liked him a lot, say the least, it was a pass. Tristan was the most likely candidate. He was your childhood friend. You knew him like your hair routine and how making orders works, yet you'd rather not hurt Isolde as she was one of your now close friends.
You thought for more, and you already rejected so many men in your life was hard. You had to fall in love under a full moon, you had to fall in love and that was the major part. The hard part for you, you didn't know if you could fall in love so importantly meaning that an omen was upon you.
You decided to shake off the feelings of unknowingness. Continuing with the Baby Demons 101 book Meliodas was making you read. You sat there bored as it read like the other books you had to read. You sighed giving up the book immediately, leaving the room you were placed in so you could guide yourself to the connected balcony.
You stepped out as the wind brushed through your hair as you looked down at Liones. Looking down at the kingdom you loved so dearly, With your favorite spots being doted on by you. Your shop, your favorite people of the town, the chocolate-covered strawberries cart.
Chocolate-covered strawberries cart.
Your mind shattered into pieces, there was another person that your mind completely blurred out for good reasons. The last candidate would be a horrible fate. Lancelot.
Those stupid red fox eyes, spikey blond hair, and his well-built body and how powerful of a magic user he is, he cared for you, even apologized if he didn't want to. His perfections made up for his sarcastic behavior, his unapologetic personality, and his selfish desires made up his flaws. You knew no one was pursuing him besides Guinevere. As for him, he was pursuing no one.
