Between Heaven and Hell, a border was built to separate two nations. Fatalis, an angel, decided to cross the border. As he lies beside the wall helplessly, he then met a demon. The story goes on to be carved into Heaven's history forever.
My head hurts so much. It feels hot, and I'm tired.
...
"Liber..." - I mutter faintly.
"Yes?" - A soft voice replies back immediately.
My eyes open wide as I startle awake. Before me, Liber sits there staring at me with a concerned look. I notice how close he is to me, yet still maintaining a proper distance. Even in moments like this, Liber still avoids my personal space. Isn't that just exactly what I asked him to do? Why do I feel irritated?
"When did you come?"
I shake my head lightly, trying to regain composure. I look back at him, the frame of his face fitting right inside my view. Everything seems hazy, I don't have enough energy to really do anything. But with Liber here, I feel reassured.
"I just came and saw you sleeping here." - He sounds worried - "You looked really weak, I thought something might have happened."
He always says those words about how he's worried for me. I always bring him trouble, don't I? Then, I'll just let him care for me, if he's so concerned. Why not? I've got nothing to lose anymore. If he truly cares, he wouldn't mind that...
"Liber."
I grab his hand tight, pulling him close to me. So close that we can feel each other's breaths against our skins. He seems a little surprised and unsure.
I like that expression.
"I feel hurt. Can you help me?"
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My eyes stare straight into his, that black void in his eyes, so captivating. I want this sweet man to have me. All in my head is just him, Liber, the demon. It no longer matters what would happen to me, I crave him.
Liber is hesitant and confused on what I meant, he tries pulling his hand away from me:
"I'll help. But how?"
My eyebrows narrow when he takes his hand off mine. My expression may have been clear on my face because Liber seems really guilty all of a sudden. He said he'll help, right? Then what's with that reaction?
I pull his shirt, glaring at him. My grip tightens around his collar, making sure he can't run away. Even though I know my strength is nothing compared to him, I know for a fact he will not run away, unlike others. My energy is slowly draining the more I hold onto him. But it's fine, who will care? With Liber by my side, even if I rot to death this instance, it doesn't matter.
"You are worried for me, is that right?"
"Yes..." - Though with a scared look on his face, I can tell he's being genuine with his answer.
I hold him still, but he doesn't return my gesture. He stays completely alert and makes sure he isn't the one touching my body. That irritates me. I whisper to him in a husky tone, staring at him:
