To My Dearest Satan
Description
Sometimes the most oddly-twisted people cross the same road. A girl who judges herself as the Wife of Hades; Persephone. Her hair in the sweetest color of brown with a mind taunted by nightmares. On the edge of insanity, eyes dim without color, shades of black and white flickering through her like a shadow of her own life. A boy whose mother calls him the once most loved angel; Satan. Mysteries covering his body to the fullest, hidden meanings inked against his skin. A Wanderess and a Chaser.
Will their path continue?
Foreword
"Seoyi! Irene! Are you paying attention to me?" Her friend Darlene asked.
My head nodded without any meaning, too focused in texting.
"Irene, Are you texting a new boy?" It was as if she was emphasizing that I always have a boyfriend. My eyes scanned her lips, a frown appearing on the edge of her lips. Nervously I put down my phone by her pillow, turning towards her.
"He's a friend, really." My lips formed the words in a mere whisper, Her eyes squinted and formed upside down crescents in disapproval. It was a mere crush, a mere void-consuming boy. No big deal.
"You rarely reply to anyone. He's not just a friend. Heck, I think you have a thing for him. Spill." The room became engulfed by the pain-killing silence, her arms folding with a dragon-like huff. My fingertips gently brushed against her pillow, forming circular motions.
"Okay, I have a slight interest in him. But you know me, my feelings never last. My emotions run before my mind can, you know that better than anyone else." A quiet sigh left the rim of her lips, her eyes flickered in black and white, a never-ending void haunting her mind. Darlene shifted towards me, coiling her petite arms around my lifeless body.
"Don't run too fast. Jog. No, walk. If you're the Wanderess, he might just be the Chaser."
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