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Chapter 11

Michael’s P.O.V.

I had spent all night watching Persephone sleeping. God dammit, I loved her and I hadn’t even realized. How stupid could I possibly be? She had given me her clothes to wear and stay warm and dry, she gave me numerous blankets to cover myself with, and all she did was to sleep next to me. I was tired indeed, but I felt something moving and curling up next to me while I was sleeping. She was so adorable and I wish I could tell her, but I shouldn’t. I couldn’t hurt her again. I had felt she liked me, but her feelings were many more than I had expected. She loved me with all her heart, like always, but she never let herself admit it. I thought she wouldn’t like to see me after getting to know that I control and know others’ feelings, because she wasn’t stupid and knew when I was causing her feelings and when she had her own.

When I decided to fully wake up, I noticed her purple head at the height of my chest. I adored how shorter she was and that she could be at the height which enabled her to listen to my heartbeat. But I was a demon and she was… she was perfection. Last night, I had walked for hours and hours, troubling my mind and thinking how I should get over her, but I wouldn’t. Nothing was better than her.

I observed her, letting my feeling radar intrude her feelings. She was watching a bad dream, and I could distinguish fear, sadness, and… despair? She was never desperate. I was going to let her continue her dream, everything happening was important under these circumstances; Electra’s small illusion was true, Calum read her mind afterwards and found out that the image in her illusion was Purgatory itself, exactly as it had was when we were sent to back then. We had told them the truth, but not all of it. We wanted to find out themselves. It would be better for everyone. But if they belated it, we had to tell them. Something bad was going to happen soon and we had to be prepared for everything.

She started whimpering and moaning painfully, then groaning and she finally screamed out, standing up and sitting on the couch. What surprised me was that she yelled ‘no’. She gasped for air, her chest rising quickly. She turned to look at me scared, and I cocked my eyebrows at her in question. She grinned weakly and fall back lying on the couch again, bringing her forearm over her eyes.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up, I was on-”

“A nightmare, I know.” I cut her off.

“How would you know that?” She asked lazily.

“Well, for a person that stayed up the whole night awake and reads sentiments, I know a thing or two.” I scoffed her, jokingly.

“You stayed up all night? And did what exactly?” She took her arm off her face and let if fall on her stomach.

“I was watching you sleeping.” I said honestly, staring at her.

“Did you really?” Her face turned in the shade of a fresh tomato, and I smiled because she knew. She knew that I liked her. “Wow, that’s a lot of hours to look at a person.” She stated at herself, the blushing leaving her face. I loved how bipolar she was sometimes.

“You tell me. Wanna make you breakfast? I know how to make pancakes!” I informed excitedly, wishing she was not used to them, so I could make a good impression.

“Sure, sure, I’m gonna change clothes and make myself presentable.” She said, walking upstairs. I noticed she turned to check me and she smirked slyly at me, mouthing ‘thank you’ in such a loving and heart-warming way, I felt blissed for loving her.

I prepared the pancakes and made some coffee (hoping she like liked it), when she walked in the kitchen. No matter how pure my feelings were for here, she never failed to turn me on sometimes, and it made it really hard for me. She was wearing a black tank top with a green Green Day logo and the band’s faces, showing some of her cleavage and the line her breasts made, as they were pressed together. She had put on skinny jeans which were ripped, not only at the knees, but at the front of her thighs, and lower legs, under the knee. God, I could do her right that instant, if I could. But she wouldn’t let me, I had to get her permission first.