My Boyfriend's A Demon

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Heart racing, breath quick and short, I fell into his embrace letting my tired muscles relax into his strong bulk. Closing my eyes, I managed a small smile as he wrapped his dark-feathered wings around my figure. No words were spoken then, but I felt as though I could sense his thoughts.
The ominous black night loomed around us, the air heavy and humid not a cloud in sight. There we lay together me in his grasp, his huge wings ready to shield me from all evil.
I suppressed a long breath with a smile. I opened my eyes dreamily to see his own staring down at me lovingly. "You're safe now." He murmured softly, smiling his signature half smile I loved so dearly. It didn't seem like I question but I answered anyway. "I know," came my lame reply. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed my button nose. We were lying on the soft grass in the field we both had grown to adore, me in his arms.
"Caleb, I don't know how we'll keep this up." I spoke up.
"Selina, please-"
"No." I cut him off harshly.
The sad look on his face killed me, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." I apologised quickly, snuggling into his arms again. Caleb frowning face transformed into a smile. "No, I understand, it will be hard for us to keep seeing each other. Me being a literal demon and all..."
"That's not true!" But I couldn't help but laugh. Caleb was a demon, yes, but not by choice. As far as my parents were aware, he had passed away from a fatal accident- well this was half true...

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I opened my green-eyes to a find a welcoming beam of sunlight smiling down at me. Squinting, I drowsily climbed out of my king sized bed and placed my soft feet onto the ice cold floor. I rubbed my eyes and blinked multiple times, bringing myself back to a wakening state. When my sight had adjusted to the light again and restored to normal, I caught sight of the new picture stuck to my pretty blue aesthetic wall. I had multiple pictures on my wall: ones of my dog, Mars. Ones of Ruby and Sara my best friends, too. But this particular picture was very special to me. I smiled as I plucked the picture of myself and my boyfriend, Caleb, off the wall. We were both laughing, frozen in time, a huge cold vanilla ice cream in his grasp. I recalled the very time the picture was taken.
Caleb had bought a huge £5 worth ice cream for myself and him to share. It was humongous! Swirly vanilla ice cream showered with milk chocolate and skittles. Skittles were my favourite and he knew it, that's why I love him. No, not because he was aware of my love for skittles, because he was kind and considerate towards not just me but everyone around him: Caleb was loved by all.
And he was mine.

"Here's a little something to show my love for you." He had said shyly, revealing the huge fresh vanilla ice cream.
"Caleb! That's huge, I can't possibly eat that, silly!" I replied.
He had just smiled cheekily, "I was hoping that we could share this expensive ice cream my dear." He said in a very fake and very posh English accent. I stuck out my tongue playfully and squinted my eyes. "Fine, sneaky."
Then he pulled out his vintage camera and snapped a picture: him laughing the ice cream in one hand, me pulling that awkward face with my button nose scrunched up.

I put the picture back on the wall with a soft sigh of happiness and relief. We were young and very much in love. Me being a seventeen year old girl from Manchester and him being an eighteen year old boy, only living a block or two away from me.
I felt a cold autumn breeze caress my cheek reminding me to close the window. I reached over to close the window when from the corner of my eye I saw someone familiar walking up to my front door. It was none other than Caleb's stepfather and mother. 'Wonder what they want on a Sunday morning?' I pondered to myself.
Were they here because they found out about the time Caleb stayed the night at mine? Were they going to rat me out to my parents? No I doubt they'd found out about that. Caleb and I have always been careful and clever about hiding our 'sleepovers'.
Then the door bell rang.
I quickly threw on a hoodie over my Winnie The Pooh pj top and ran out of my room and down the stairs to see what was going on. My mother were at the door face to face with Caleb's mother and stepfather which were both in tears. "Oh my! I'm so so sorry Linda. Kent, I don't know what to say." Then my mother started to cry too, her black mascara starting to drip down her cheeks.
I hadn't a clue what was going on and it seemed as though all three of them hadn't a clue I was there either.
"What's wrong?" I spoke up eventually.
My mother turned around in shock and immediately threw her arms around me. "Honey... I'm.." She stammered. I patted my mother's back now starting to get worried. "Mum, what's wrong?" I repeated more firmly this time.
I didn't expect Linda, Caleb's mother to answer me next but she did. "It's my son!.." she wailed, "H-he's gone..."
I broke out of my mother's embrace. "What do you mean 'he's gone'?" I demanded, jaw clenched nervously. Linda didn't reply and instead started wailing. Her husband and Caleb's stepfather, Kent, pulled her close to him. Kent wasn't crying as much as my mother and Linda were but he was clearly very sad and his face was red.
When I didn't get a reply I shook my mother, "Mum! What's wrong with Caleb? Tell me!"
She had now stopped sobbing and was catching her breath. "Honey.. come into the sitting room for a second." My Mother then grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me into our small red-walled sitting room. She sat down on our matching crimson red couch and I sat beside her. "Mum." I stated softly, tears welling up in my eyes.
My Mum nodded simply, "Caleb got himself into a car accident last night." She said softly, and with every word I could tell it was breaking her heart to say.
When the sentence was finished I didn't quite want to believe it. I still don't want to believe it, but it's very true. "Is-" I cut off, my tears choking me. My mother bit her bottom lip and nodded again, pulling me closer to her. "He's gone, Selina. They... c-couldn't save him."
I just fell into her arms then in a heap of tears and emotions. I had lost the will to live at that moment in time. What I didn't know is that I would see him again. Sooner than I thought I would.