Wine Red {Original Story - Language Warning}

Nine:

Devile jumped off the cliff just to not fall. "Fuck, I forgot. I'm a demon. I can't die..." He facepalmed himself as Abbi was running up to him. "Are you okay?!" The worry in her voice made Devile feel awful for her - 'Stop thinking that, she's your victim.' he growled. Abbi spoke up as she softly grabbed his shaking arm, "C'mon. I have a friend we can chat with. She's waayyy older though. 29 years old."

He slowly nodded and came along with her, after about 10 minutes they reached a light tan colored house. She knocked on the door and a light tan bunny came out. "Hello Abbs!" The voice hit Devile. 'That's way too familar.' he thought to himself as they both went into the little house. "Hi Emily!" Deviles ears perked as he looked at the older bunny in the room. There was a shelf that has pictures with someone else who looked like Devile. 

But, the picture was kind of ripped on the side with the brown wolf. 'This can't be the real Emmy. Nonoonononono.' he growled to himself. Devile tapped Abbis shoulder and she turned around with a faint smile. "Could you ask her if she knew a brown wolf?" he whispered and Abbi hesitantly nodded. Abbi turned back around with Devile listening to the convo, "Hey, Emily. I have a question. Have you ever known a brown wolf?" Emilys face changed immediately when Abbi said 'brown wolf'. 

"Uhm. Y-yes..." she softly said as she left the room to her closet. Devile followed her since she couldn't see him, he's dead. There was a gun and a picture of the two labled 'Best Buddies'. Emily softly sobbed and Devile rushed over to Abbi. "Please just leave right now!" He pushed her out the door and Abbi just froze, "Wha- HEY WAIT!" She screamed banging on the door but later gave up and walked home, angry. 

He walked back into the little home and sat next to Emily, still crying over the gun and picture. "Hi, Emmy. It's been a while." She jumped and looked right at Devile. He freaked out, 'SHE CAN HEAR ME SHIT SHIT SHIT ABORT ABORT.' "Oliv-ver?" She sniffled.

"Why did I agree to this. I should've let you survive. Why did you tell me to-" Emily got interrupted by Devile sobbing. "I caused all this. It's not mom or dads fault. Not yours. I told you to blame it on yourself to hide my suicide... I told you to say that you were trying to scare me away. A-And it worked and- and-" Then, Emily hugged him hard. 

"It's okay- Ollie."