Demon Turned Lover [BxB]

Fancy seeing you here

         "Gosh dear, I feel terrible for you and Dante! Those darn thugs have some gall!" Nina exclaimed as she swiped the items across the scanner, a furious blush giving petals of zest to her wilting skin. I surveilled, marking off the mental list I made in my head. I couldn't take her seriously with the christmas hat on her head. "You two are staying at the cabin, yes?"

         I nodded, my fists halted shifting around the banknotes in my felted pockets—as if confused about how she knew. "He's...still a bit shaken up."

         "Oh goodness! I need to go over there with a batch of cookies. That poor boy. He's had such a hard life." A bag of mixed vegetables hung from her spotted hand. "First his mother, and now this? Gosh, I don't believe it."

         My gaze was hoisted by her. A thought emerged in my mind, intimating that his mother's death was not a kind one. I wished not to assume, but I had always filed away her death as being reaped by nature.

        "I found a picture of her in the house...she was a beautiful woman."

        Nina clapped her hands together, and a tract of light hit her wedding ring. "Indeed she was! That snobby ex-husband of hers didn't deserve her. Not one bit!"

       I implanted my teeth into my bottom lip. It seemed like she thought I knew what she was blathering about—and, I had no yen to intrude.

        "That husband was snobby, but God was his mother even worse!" she shrieked, yet the other armoured customers didn't pay an eye. "She wore white at their wedding! Can you believe that?!"

        "What?" I feigned shock, resulting in a grave nod from her.

        The elderly woman packed the biding food items into a plastic white bag as I trawled the notes with my fingers. "Would you like your receipt, dear?"

        "No, no. It's fine," I replied, my hands fostering the fine handles.

        "Now, Luka you stay safe! If those...thugs annoy you, you tell me and I'll teach them a lesson!"

        I began marching towards the open glass door, laughing simultaneously at her enthusiasm. "Noted, Nina. Thank you!"

        "It's Nan to you, young man!"

        As soon as I exited, I set foot into another store; one that was vast, and sold solitary chilled air to the noses. And not just that, it was ornamented with suffice tinsels of fog and browning snow sidled to the curb. I smiled as I commenced my walk back. Albeit it was only roaming people that beset the streets with colour, it had grown on me. I could find blossoms of pleasure within the dull.

        Every mindful step I took forward, permeated me with a hankering to stop. Until I did. It wasn't because I was tired, or congealed; there was somewhere else I needed to go. In hindsight, it appeared inutile—and truly it was—but a little voice, escaping a stern clam in my head, continued to beg that I go.

       And listen to it I did.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩 𓂋 𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

A languid gust blew ravaged magazines to my shoes, and the misshapen plastic bag hit against my calf. It was as though they didn't want me to go in, like they were given knowledge of what the Lord knitted for me. The alley. It wasn't very tall, yet loomed over me—too did the adversity that happened here. I shut my eyes. The sound of his blood plopping onto the ground, was still threaded into my mind.

I shook my head, and strode into the murk, my eyes plastered to the north star, guised as a light, above the umber door. The alley felt disrobed without shrill conversations and the presence of Mammon's companions. I imagined them all turning and waving happily, but a part of me knew that would never be the case again. Not after all the things that transpired. How could smiles ever be exchanged anew? I proceeded past the large green bin, leaving the wistful image of the group from my core behind. I had received a couple of messages from them, but the raven-haired asked me not to answer.