December 21th marked the start of a new season, maybe even new beginnings for some lucky, hard working people. I saw winter as a chance to get drowned and pulled back down to my lowest point. All of spring, summer, and fall, I attempted to climb back up, grasping for a handhold that appeared to be nonexistent. What a pleasant analogy.
If I had to describe my train of thought at this very second, I would have to scribble out every sentence and idea on a piece of paper, each one with a uniquely colored ink or pencil shade because none of them felt the same way in my head. My head was cluttered. Filled with information. Nothing more than fact after fact, just waiting to prove something.
Four days after the start of winter, 12 years ago, was when he first started appearing. I can't quite make out if he clawed his way through my unorganized thoughts and managed to conjure himself into reality, or if he's real. Real enough for me to touch, and feel, and taste. Real enough for me to want to own every piece of his pale body- and I'm sure if he was my hallucination, then I would have every right to that. He had belonged to me, and me only... I thought just looking into his eyes was sinful, but the night we confessed our wrong doings to each other I realized how severe a demon's sins would be compared to an insignificant human's. His lies echoed throughout my head, but I had vowed myself to never lie to him. Ever.
Four days after the start of winter, 12 years ago, I sold my soul to the embrace of a fallen angel.
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soul // mlm
RomanceWaverly Oliver Hardin, a high school boy whom absolutely no one refers to as Waverly (to be honest, no one really refers to him), finds himself stuck in a love story that tears him all the way down to the gates of hell. Literally.
