Angel from Hell/Demon from Heaven

Chapter 5

I decided to have a bit of fun with this chapter, especially with descriptive words, since I never use them normally and I'm pretty happy with how this turned out! Enjoy!

Hosuh's POV

It had been hours and I still hadn't moved from where I stood in my room. I couldn't stop staring at myself in the mirror. It was odd. I had gotten so used to seeing myself as a blurred ghost, I had forgotten how I really looked. I looked down at my pale hands, watching them as I wiggled my fingers for the hundredth time that minute, still very uncomfortable with how they moved. Just a few hours ago, I couldn't even see my own hands.

All of a sudden, I hear a scream of joy and a body had launched at me, knocking me to the ground, something heavy now on top of me. The sudden action scared the living daylights out of me and I stared at the green haired boy who now hugged me like his life depended on it. I awkwardly patted Daniel on the back, looking up to see Stephen leaning up against the open door, smiling. He walked over, picking up the bed sheet to cover the mirror again, seeing that I was unable to move. After that, the taller boy left, as silently as he arrived.

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Daniel's POV

"Where have you been?" I questioned forcibly, finally clambering off of Hosuh after many awkward minutes of me hugging him. The smaller boy slowly began to shrink away, towards the corner, as if he was trying to avoid me without me noticing.

"I went back to Korea," he answered quietly, nervously staring at me with wide, sky blue eyes. I frowned. Something told me that wasn't true.
"Then why did you leave everything behind? You didn't tell anyone, didn't pack and you even left your drawing tablet behind," I could feel something rise in my throat as I spoke, noticing how Hosuh's skin paled. He looked away in shame.

"It was uhh..." He hesitated. "Sudden,"
"Hosuh, please don't lie to me!" I raised my voice, causing the grey haired boy to flinch. I sat back on my knees, clutching handfuls of my pants tightly as I searched for the right words to say. I felt betrayed. Upset. Frustrated. And what was worse, I had a feeling that Stephen knew exactly why Hosuh was gone for so long. They both knew and they never told me.

"You were gone for a month." I started, not even bothering to hide my shaking voice. I was on the verge of tears. "You left with no warning and ever since that day, Stephen has been acting weird. Something happened and you're not telling me the truth! Neither of you are!"

Suddenly, I could hear someone crying. Someone that wasn't me. I glanced back at Hosuh, watching as he sat against the wall, head in hands. His shoulders shook violently and his knees were tucked up close to his chest. He looked so small. So weak. I could feel a wave of guilt wash over me, like a tsunami. I had made him cry. Made him cry because of my own selfish demands.

I shuffled closer to the grey haired boy, ignoring the salty tears that ran down my own cheeks as I wrapped my arms around his smaller frame. "I'm sorry Hosuh. You don't need to tell me anything,"
"No," I could only just hear his voice. "You're wrong. You deserve to know. I just don't know how to explain it all. I'm sorry."