Afraid [l.h] (Coming Soon)

He lets out a profound sigh, his sturdy breath perceptible by the cold night air that stood between them. Without looking over at her, he pulls his filamented beanie farther down and over his ears, flattening his high quiff against his forehead.

How could such a demon look like something so close to an angel?

Why does she even put up with this injudicious guy? Maybe it's because he resembles a drug. A walking, breathing, drug. He confuses and mystifies her to the point where she can't perceive right from wrong anymore. He goes from treating her like a useless object, to making her feel like the most desired person on the face of Earth.

"You really make me want to scream so loud that my chest hurts..." She sighs, shoving her hands into her teeny pockets in attempt to muster up any source of warmth.

He briskly glances down at her, his hands mimicking her own, shoved into the pockets of the jacket he was togged up in that had far too many holes to ever be thought of as warm.

"You know you love me." His normally harsh yet teasing voice lacked it's habitual venom, replaced by a low and monotone sound coming from deep within his chest. Somewhere inside of him, he wished she would look up at him. He wished she would show any reaction to his words other than annoyance for once.

"You know what? Fuck you, Hemmings. God, you really make me want to die." She hisses wryly, dragging her feet rather harshly on the dimly lit sidewalk.

He sighed, shaking his head slightly and looking down at his feet. He knew it was a stupid thought.

"I couldn't live without you to torture, babe." He says, the teasing tone falling back into his imprudent voice along with a sly smirk that played on his lips.

She just keeps her eyes on her feet, letting that be her response to his words. She swears to herself that this boy will be the death of her.