~my demon~

~my demon~

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When I was a child I remember a boy that was always with me..he became my bestfriend... The problem was one day I went to introduce him to my friends for the first time when I did my friend said that there was nobody there,that I was crazy I didn't understand because I could see him why couldn't they?but once I got home he explained to me that he wasn't from here he was from hell, that he was a demon... After three or four years he had to go back to the hellhole because he broke the most sacret rule, he told me that he was a demon it was forbidden to tell human that you were a demon so he got sent back..he Couldn't come back until he was 17 years old and at that moment we were eight...So I haven't seen him for nine years.. And I forgot about him till he came back... {please please enjoy this fanfiction!! Please follow me for more!}
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Destined

I sat in the library. There was not a single person in sight. There was just complete, suffocating silence. Then the silence shattered when I heard loud footsteps. Each step got louder and louder. I looked up and saw . . . Max. He stood right before of me. His hair held in a slick quiff and his beautiful lips curved in a grin. My heart started to beat rapidly. I watched him hopelessly as he bent down, towards me, near me. His face inches away from me. I could feel his cold breath on my face. "You still love me, don't you?" He asked in his deep voice. The answer was yes, I did love him. . . but I can't tell him that. I don't want him to repeat all the things he did to me. I don't want him to make me cry for hours. But will he love me for real this time if I forgive him? If I don't forgive him, will I ever forget him? Will I ever be able to give love a second chance? "Okay, I admit that the description was horrendous. But please don't let the description prevent you from reading this, please give this story a try. Please?"

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