Have you ever seen a demon cry? | Lisa x Female Reader

Chapter 31

I wake up to the sound of soft whimpering, my heart immediately racing as I scan the room in the dim light.

My eyes fall on Lisa, huddled in the corner with her knees pulled up to her chest, her head buried in them.

The sight of her crying like this tugs at my heart, and for a moment, I just watch her, trying to understand what could have caused this.

Quietly, I slip out of bed, careful not to startle her. The floor is cool beneath my feet as I walk towards her, each step feeling heavy with concern.

I crouch down beside her, close enough to feel the warmth of her body, and without a word, I gently pull her into my arms.

Lisa stiffens for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact, but then she melts into my embrace, her quiet sobs vibrating against my chest.

I hold her tightly, letting her know through my touch that I'm here, that she's not alone.

I don't say anything yet, just focus on being there for her, feeling the weight of her sadness and wanting nothing more than to take it away.

Her tears soak into my shirt as I stroke her hair, whispering soothing words, trying to comfort her in the only way I can right now.

After a while, I hear her mumble through her tears, "I hate myself." The words cut through me, and I instinctively tighten my hold on her, hoping to somehow absorb her pain. "But I love you," I whisper softly, trying to remind her of the truth I see.

She looks up at me, her eyes red and puffy, and says, "You're the only person I want to fall asleep next to."

Her vulnerability tugs at my heart, and I can't help but chuckle softly at her sweetness. I brush a stray tear from her cheek and ask gently, "Then why are you crying?"

She hesitates before whispering, "I am weak."

I shake my head and look at her with all the love I can muster. "I want all of you," I begin, my voice steady but tender. "Everything that makes you who you are. I want your flaws, because they are a part of your unique beauty."

Her eyes search mine, as if trying to find some sense of truth in my words. I continue, "I want your imperfections, because they remind me that you're real and wonderfully human."

She stares at me, her expression a mix of doubt and hope, and I go on, "I want your mistakes because they've shaped the incredible person you've become."

Gently, I cup her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my gaze. "I want your regrets, because even in those, I see the depth of your heart and how much you care."

"I love every part of you—the good, the bad, and everything in between," I say, my voice soft but resolute. "To me, all of these things make you who you are, and who you are is exactly who I want."

Tears well up in her eyes again, but this time I can see the spark of something more—something like understanding, or maybe even acceptance.

"I wouldn't change a single thing about you," I murmur, my thumb tracing gentle circles on her cheek. "Because every piece of you, even the ones you might wish were different, are precious to me."

I lean in closer, my forehead resting against hers. "I'm here for it all because you are everything to me, and I love you completely, just as you are."

"I want you and only you, nobody else," I whisper, my voice filled with sincerity. "Even if you don't believe it, I'll say it every day."

I rest my forehead against hers, feeling the warmth of her skin. "Just please, don't say that you hate yourself or that you're weak," I continue, my voice gentle but firm. "You're the strongest person I've ever met."

I gently squeeze her biceps, trying to lighten the mood just a little, and Lisa chuckles, even through her sniffles. The sound is soft, but it's there—a sign that my words are getting through to her.

"See?" I say, smiling softly, "You're strong. The strongest person I've ever met."

Lisa pulls me onto her lap, her strong arms wrapping around me in a firm, comforting embrace. I settle into her, resting my head against her shoulder as she holds me close. Her embrace is warm and secure, a shield against any lingering fears or worries.

I wrap my arms around her, my fingers gently stroking her back in soothing, rhythmic motions. Her chin rests on my shoulder, and I can feel the steady rise and fall of her breath, a calm reminder of her presence.

Lisa's hug is tight, but it's the kind of tightness that reassures rather than constricts. Her strength and warmth seep into me, and I find solace in her closeness.

Her body pressed against mine feels both grounding and comforting, and I lean into her embrace, allowing myself to be enveloped by her love.

The silence between us is profound and filled with an unspoken understanding. As I continue to stroke her back, the gentle touch of my hand seems to ease her remaining tension. Her breathing gradually becomes more even, and I can sense her relaxation.

I gently pull back just enough to look into Lisa's eyes, a mix of curiosity and concern in my gaze. "Did sex make you emotional or something?" I ask softly, trying to understand what's going on.

Lisa looks away for a moment, then meets my gaze again, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and honesty. "I had a nightmare," she admits quietly.

I raise an eyebrow in surprise. "After such wonderful sex?" I ask, a bit incredulous, but still caring.

She nods, her expression softening as she looks at me. "Yeah, sometimes even the best moments can't chase away the shadows completely," she explains, her voice tinged with a trace of sadness.

I give her a reassuring smile, squeezing her gently. "Well, we'll deal with those shadows together," I say softly. "You're not alone in this, and I'm here to help chase away any nightmares or worries you have."

I softly stroke her hair, whispering, "Let's go to sleep now." Lisa nods against my shoulder, her breathing steadying as she gathers the strength to move.

Carefully, she picks me up and lays me down on the bed, her movements gentle and deliberate.

Once I'm settled, she slips in beside me, her presence a comforting weight against my side.

I pull her into my arms, my fingers gently running through her hair as she settles into a restful position.

Her breathing soon evens out, and the tension in her body melts away as she falls asleep.

Despite her peaceful slumber, I stay awake, my mind lingering on her earlier distress. I can't help but worry, even as she rests.

I hold her close, finding solace in the warmth of her body next to mine, and continue to gently stroke her hair, hoping that the comfort and love I offer will ease any lingering fears she might have.

Two hours later, morning light begins to filter through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. The gentle rays of sunlight warm the space, gradually easing the darkness away.

I lie beside Lisa, who remains nestled comfortably in my arms, her breathing steady and peaceful. The sunlight dances on her features, highlighting the serene expression on her face.

As the first light of day touches her skin, it seems to bring a sense of calm and renewal. The room, once filled with shadows and uncertainty, now feels inviting and tranquil.