Being in love is difficult. But being in love with a demon is worse. "I hate you," I spat, glaring at those perfect pits of black called eyes. "Do you really?" He backed away, freeing me, and looked at his shoes. "Yes!" "I will go then," He grabbed his skateboard and started to walk towards the door. My chest filled with regret, why had I lied? "Wait!" "Yeah?" "It's dark, you could get hit by a car..." "Why do you care?" "I don't." He looked away, sighing. "Will you come with me?" "What?! Didn't I just say I hated you?" "Come on," "I don't know... is it dangerous?" "For mortals." "And you aren't?" "Am I?"