An Angel For A Devil

An Angel For A Devil

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Something inside me ignited, as we kept on staring at each other. Unexpectedly, his eyes softened. The action bought some weird fluttering sensations to my stomach. Realizing, how little space was between us, made my cheeks blush. Unconsciously, I found myself leaning towards him, trying to close the distance between us, but he pulled himself away from me. "No. Don't do this. You are making this hard for me. Don't make me loose my control." He said while breaking the eye contact. "Don't feel anything towards me, this will only going to hurt you at the end." He said as he looked at my face again, but avoided my eyes. "Why? Why are my feeling for you going to hurt me at the end?" I asked him. "Because we both belong to different worlds." He said while continuously staring at me. "What do you mean?" I asked him. He immediately look directly in my eyes as rage and agony reflected in his orbs. "Because you are the Angel of your world and I am the Devil of my world."
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