"Stop it! You're ruining your life for years already! Stop being miserable!"
"Oh! Don't act like you even care." Castiel rolled his eyes.
I gritted my teeth. He looked careless and impassive, still smoking his cigarette.
"When will you stop? Your family's worried about you!" I spat.
He grinned mockingly, raising his brow and forming a humorless smirk. He tasted the dull grey bitterness from his cigarette again.
"The day you decide to love me back, I guess?" The sadness in his eyes never faltered. It's always there ever since.
I was put in thought for a moment, but shook away those nonsense thoughts and feelings in an instant. I've already stood my ground before, so in the end, there's nothing more left to say.
It's either one of us who'll turn their backs, and this time, he was the first one to leave.
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Cast a Spell, Castiel
Short StoryIn which Castiel meets the daughter of the housemaid who's been working under his family for years and attempts to cast his spell upon her with his charms.
