It Happens in April

AstroAsh_94

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Parts 11
Time 1h 15m

AstroAsh_94

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In August summer ends. In September autumn starts. In February, winter ends. And in March spring begins. 
    
    But what happens in April?
    
    ••••
    
    "... and beyond Michael was Luke. I'd always compared Luke's eyes to an ocean, beautiful blue and shining, but far deeper than any human could hope to reach. The pressure of discovering the secrets within the depths of Luke's eyes was enough to kill a man. In that moment, I was sure to be that man, compressed, drowned.  
    
    Luke wanted things I knew then I couldn't give. Shouldn't give, but I wanted to. 
    
    I knew then that the devil was not a demon. He was not Lucifer, not Ashton. The devil was not in the eyes of the police, or in my fathers harsh words. The devil didn't whisper into the ears of the pure. 
    
    He didn't force me to sell my soul. He muttered a feeble plea for me, a soft beckoning, begging for my attention. 
    
    And like Lucifer, I fell."All Rights Reserved

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In August summer ends. In September autumn starts. In February, winter ends. And in March spring begins. 
    
    But what happens in April?
    
    ••••
    
    "... and beyond Michael was Luke. I'd always compared Luke's eyes to an ocean, beautiful blue and shining, but far deeper than any human could hope to reach. The pressure of discovering the secrets within the depths of Luke's eyes was enough to kill a man. In that moment, I was sure to be that man, compressed, drowned.  
    
    Luke wanted things I knew then I couldn't give. Shouldn't give, but I wanted to. 
    
    I knew then that the devil was not a demon. He was not Lucifer, not Ashton. The devil was not in the eyes of the police, or in my fathers harsh words. The devil didn't whisper into the ears of the pure. 
    
    He didn't force me to sell my soul. He muttered a feeble plea for me, a soft beckoning, begging for my attention. 
    
    And like Lucifer, I fell."

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