Longing For The One I Shouldn't.

"I have bigger things to deal with right now," I say, my voice shaking with frustration. "I've had a rough fucking day, and I can't deal with you, Daxtoning everywhere."

He tilts his head, those stupid, adorable eyes staring right through me. "I'm sorry-Daxtoning?"

I don't know why I said it, but the words are out before I can stop them. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere hunting ghosts with your parents?" I mock, trying to keep my voice steady, but the words taste bitter.

His brows lift, and then that damn grin spreads across his face like it's the only thing in the world that matters. "Love the joke, Lottie. And as much as I'd love to go hunt ghosts, I've got other demons to face."

His arms fold across his chest, his posture still all too familiar. And I hate how my stomach flutters, despite myself.

"Like what?" I mutter, because I can't let him know how much it's affecting me, how much it hurts to see him here, standing in front of me, like he never left.

"Like you," he says simply.

My heart stops. My knees feel weak. "I'm your demons?" I ask, the words coming out as a whisper.

"You're all the good and bad in my life. Every demon and angel in my head. Every light and darkness in my life." He looks at me and he's saying something real, something raw, and I can't breathe. I can't think. All I can do is stare at him, trying to piece together the broken thoughts in my head.

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Me personally, not my best work. I js needed smth else out.