Castiel drank his third bottle of hard liquor based on the empty bottles on his table. I sighed heavily as I watch him from afar, massaging my temples.
Before he drank the fourth bottle, I came to fetch him immediately. It's hard to deal with drunk people! Plus, my class will start at six in the morning tomorrow, it's pretty early so I need to go home with him already!
If my family don't serve the Kings, then Castiel's presence won't be a nuisance. Too bad we were.
My feet moved on their own towards him.
"F-Fatima? Is... it really you?" His brooding eyes became alive when he saw me, they looked effulgent yet filled with somberness, like the grey ashes from his cigarette.
I flinched when hugged me tight. My body froze when he began to cry, his hot tears flowing through my skin.
"Can... you just p-pretend that you... love me too?" he begged, his words were slurry. "P-Please..."
My mind turned haywire, having no idea what to do! He looked vulnerable and wretched, just like the first time I saw him. I became speechless.
"P-Please love me back... even though you're only pretending, even though this is only a lie, I want... I w-want to feel your love..." he cried. "Until now, I'm still madly in love with you. Love me back, please..."
I breathed heavily.
"I love you," I whispered.
His body turned stiff. I knew that he heard me. He looked up to meet his gaze with mine. His gloomy eyes were filled with crystallized tears.
"Let's go home... I'm worried about you."
He still looked surprised, unmoving from his spot.
"I love you," I whispered again.
He bit his lower lip. He stood up and fixed himself then gave me a small smile. Castiel looked contented and alive.
"I love you," I repeated, and repeated, and repeated.
But I really don't.
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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.
