Devil || m.c

0.6

0.6

She sat next to me when she said, "Look, Michael. I'm gonna be blunt about this all." I sighed, gesturing her to continue.

"What I'm trying to say here is that you're going to be tortured. A lot. I'm so, so, sorry for this. They're gonna clean up your looks to make you one of them. They're gonna put you through a lot," she sobs.

I feel a tear run down my face, as she cups my cheek wiping it away with the soft pad of her left thumb, not bothering to wipe the ones falling freely down hers.

"Promise me, Michael. Promise me that no matter what they do, you will stay strong. Promise me that you won't give up no matter what they do. Promise me that you'll show them that they can't overpower you in the next couple of days. Please, Michael..."

Between our strangled sobs, i manage to say, "I promise."