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The yearning to hold his hand. Skin to Skin contact. Only air meets between his hand and the other at all times. It is a space, a gap, only a few inches. He is afraid to bring himself closer. This event happens so often: both lean in closer and closer, but both turned their heads and moved away.
But both turned heads and moved away before they end up closing up the gap between them.
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Distance is familiar, wrapping them up in this bitter safeness. He lies to himself that he does not desire such contact. Both of them lie and look the other way, pretending that they do not stare at each other without realizing. They pretend they do not want to hear more and more of the other. They pretend that these feelings that are rooted deeply in them are not real. There are no strings attached between their fingers, yet they are a pair whether both deny it or not. Do you think they notice? When they share their ice cream, even the simplest touch between a clothed hand and the hand of a devil shocks them both for a few seconds. Both notice how close they are yet all the pink haired one says, “The ice cream’s melting, I have to use my energy more now to eat it up, what a pain.”
Aki sighs as he takes out his cigarette.
“You don’t want to eat?” Angel asks, looking up.
“Not anymore.” Aki puts the cigarette in his mouth and just as he put it in, the cigarette is knocked out. “Hey!”
“I can’t eat it all” Angel complains as he twirls the cig in his hand. “Besides ice cream tastes better than cigs”
Aki rolls his eyes. “Then, hand over the ice cream.”
Angel smiles slightly, handing the ice cream over.
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You can have a prediction of when you are to be born. Though, it is a chance. Birth is random. No one expected for me to open my eyes to a living world with a heart beating. No one expected for me to be there. No one expected me to appear at a random time at a random place. No one expected a devil like me to exist. No one expected a long pink haired boy to fall from the sky, wings not functioning and a floating halo above my head.
I was alone when I was born.
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When you are the devil, expect death. Expect fear and hatred to point in your way. That’s why he stays far away where no one can interact with him. Or is it because he doesn't care about interaction?
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A cat lay still on the ground. Its chest heaves heavily and slowly. He walks over to it and knelt down. The cat looks frail and it writhes in pain. Angel puts his hand on the cat and said softly, “Have a good rest.” The cat stops moving, the chest stops moving. It’s dead.
Angel experiences death often and of course later on he always said i’m a devil first. i’m an angel second.
To feel the soft and warm skin or fur of a living being without worrying about taking years of their life off… that would be nice.
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He smiled slightly as he placed his clothed hands on the other’s face.