Lilia ( Flare )

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I gathered enough strength to hug him.

Its just what feels right.

For the longest time, finally! Nasagot na rin ang katanungan na matagal ko nang gustong itanong sa kanya.

This question had me obsessed since the first day I saw Gray.

All these time I thought I was just crazy or hallucinating.

It's real.

Demons does exist.

And I can't believe i'm hugging one right now.

In the spur of my emotion I tried to reach it.

I just always had this hunch to do so.

At nang hahawakan ko na bigla hinawakan ni Gray ang dalawa kong braso ng pagkahigpit.

I saw confusion and terror in his eyes.

Para bang napakamali ng ginagawa ko.

He always had that same look whenever I do so.

Then he asked me...

" What is it exactly Lilia . . .

Tell me what do you F*cking see. . ."

Naramdaman ko ang matinding tension na namumuo sa pagitan namin.

"Horns... I see your horns Gray."

He looked so shocked.

He touched his head.

And groped on it.

"Lilia, I don't have one."

Now I'm shocked as well.

" You have it Gray I can see them."

I grabbed both and pulled it towards me.

"Argh!"

He exclaimed in pain.

"Do you believe me now?"

I asked, my hands still on both of his horns.

His head was bent down slightly.

He grabbed my hand off his horns and he stared at both of them.

"I don't understand it Lilia. How does these hands of yours grab me like that even I, on my own cannot?"

" Is there something wrong with me?"

I asked, full of concern.

He tittered.

" Ako nga tong demonyo na buong buhay nya hindi nya man lang alam na may sungay pala siya tapos you'd ask if there is something wrong with you...

You never cease to amaze me Lilia..."

He said looking straight on my eyes.

He held my hand.

His palm was so warm.

It compensates how cold and eerie the atmosphere of his room.

I just softly smiled at him.

"Describe what my horns looks like.."

"Hmmm, meron ka bang lapis tsaka papel?"

Kumunot yung noo niya.

" What do you need it for?"

"I'll draw your horns... So you can see it yourself."

He grabbed his pencil and a pad of plain white paper and handed it to me.

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