A week went by without seeing the mysterious man who I named Lucifer. I had no idea what his name was, but Lucifer fit him perfectly. Well, in my opinion anyway.
I was beginning to forget about him — almost. How can I forget about this man I danced with? This man who followed me on a Saturday? I mean, how can you forget a man like that?
Sitting in the park, I waited for him. I knew he would turn up. I wanted him to turn up. Ever since Saturday, I wanted to see him again. But why? All I wanted was to get away from him, but now I want to be with him? I am so messed up.
And there he was, appearing beside me on the park bench. "Seriously, who are you?"
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The Mystery Man | completed
Short Story"What happened? Are you okay?" "It was weird, it was as if I was dancing with Lucifer himself." ~ In which a girl believes she has met Lucifer, the Devil. --- COVER CREDIT: peakybooo (give her some love, she's honestly an amazing person) Highest ran...
