He watched her leave, the slamming of the door told him she wasn't returning for awhile. A breath of exhaustion escaped the lips. He wanted to chase her, to grip her, shake her, slap her, Ciuman her, hug her.
Hold her.. just to feel the warmth that he didn't have..
He was a demon, he needed her to be the api, kebakaran that burned within him. Right now he was cold.. cold.. cold. He didn't want to fight right now. It was stirred up over some stupid thing they didn't agree on.. yet again. Somehow though, in the end, they always ended up okay.
Blue eyes stared hard at the door, and the crash of the door ringed...
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