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Ray sat down on the blankets. I stared at him through the window. He seemed to be in his own world, thinking about lord knows what. Was it possible that he had no clue I was back?? I mean he noticed the blankets that's for sure.
I was scared to approach Ray. He'd be horrified to see that his best friend had turned into whatever I now am. Perhaps I would stay on the roof, waiting until he left.
I was about to go back to sitting down when I tripped on my own foot and fell face flat, making a thumping noise.
"Huh?" I heard Ray's voice. "Who's out there??"
I froze. I had nowhere to run. All I could do was foolishly cover my face.
"(Y/N)?!"
I hid my face in my legs. "This is awkward.."
He ran to me, getting on my level and reaching out a hand and putting it on my hive-filled arm. His touch made my skin shiver. "What did they do to you?? Are you okay??"
I only nodded.
He noticed the horns on my head, or at least I assumed he did. "They turned you into a demon, didn't they."
"Mhm.. I'm still partially a human, though."
"Look at me." He said.
I didn't budge.
"I look horrendous."
"I'm sure you don't."
"You'll judge me."
"I won't, I promise."
I lifted my head up, ashamed to even look at him.
He pulled me onto him, lacing his fingers through my hair lovingly. "You look beautiful, even with the experiments."
"You're just saying that cause you're my friend."
"I'm saying that because it's true. You could be turned into a worm and I'd still think you're the most beautiful person on the planet."
I dug my head into the crook of his neck.
"Sweetheart... did it hurt?" The ravenette played with my hair.
"Not much, don't worry." I lied. "Isabella said the doctor injected fluids into me for nine hours, but during my three days of unconsciousness, I still felt a bit pain. But now I have to deal with the side effects. My skin's kind of evident, but i'm experiencing fatigue and my throat hurts."
He didn't seem to believe my lie completely. But he looked at me with a hint of pity.
"I don't want you to feel sorry for me."
"I could have prevented this from happening to you, though."
"No one could have. Things are fine this way. Don't worry."
