I turned to look at him one last time before I left for good. My obsidian wings fluttered. I can't ever be with him for the mark of the devil has engraved itself into my soul.
"Goodbye," I whispered, tears flowing silently.
"Don't go!" he wailed. His voice was hurt, pained, desperate, and filled with emotions. His voice broke into hacking sobs as-
My eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar room with a guy. What? Guy? I racked my brain and remembered! Oh, great! I was dead!
"Good morning!" Evan said, pulling me out of bed and into an embrace.
"Good morning," I said automatically. "Wait! Evan, get off me!"
"Sorry. You haven't woken up for two days!" he said, his voice filled with worry.
"Two days? It felt like one!" I exclaimed. What is wrong with my sleeping habits now?
“Well, you wanna go to the-“ Evan was cut off as something grabbed me from behind and yanked me away into darkness. He lunged forward, reaching for my hand but no use. I was gone in a heartbeat. Bloody Hell.
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