Her eyes were wet.
There weren't stars in them.
Raw.
Pained.
Survivor.
"Kim Seokjin. Death: April 14th. You are supposed to be dead." Hyebin wasn't crying anymore. Her fingers danced around the trigger of a gun.
"Look, I'm here to protect you." I was able to whimper between my lips.
"That's what my mother told me. But you were a demon since you were a born. No one becomes a sinner. People are born sinners. It's just deep in them- and you...
Don't say you're here to protect me." She half whispers, coming over to me, she was much shorter then me, but the gun she flipped in and out of her hands looked tempting.
"I'm a demon, I can't die. And just to make you safer, I can't hurt you. Or else I would be sent back to Hell." I tried to keep a normal leveled conversation with her, it wasn't helping.
"But I can hurt you."
