A Car, A Torch, A Death

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Driving at warp speed, I'm surprised I wasn't pulled over. 

 Then again, I doubt anyone would really care enough to.  You're worth the risk and I refuse to arrive too late.  I regret ever leaving your side.  I hope, one day, that maybe you can forgive me. 

As I near your home, I see him. The demon sat there, waiting on your porch. Although it was late enough in the night to be early in the morning, my body did not tire. I was running on your pleas for help.  

It was a little dark so we held a make-shift torch.  

I was trembling in fear as I stood my ground in the presence of your demon.  He did not speak, nor did I.  The tension made my head feel as though it were about to explode, it rang through my ears, rendered my mouth sewn shut and my river of thoughts immediately ran dry.  

Suddenly feeling brave enough even to turn my head, I glanced at my car which was driving away. Soon, it was far out of sight.

The demon looked at me, opened the door, and proceeded inside.

I followed. Up the steep stairs and to your room he walked as I trailed close behind him. I had been here a thousand times to see you, but this time was different.  

This time was scary. 

 This time, your life was on the line.  

This time, mine was too. because I realized, maybe this time I could trade you for me.  

So maybe you could stay alive.