No One but Me
Who would notice the way her soft soprano laugh danced in the wind? Who would notice that in early spring, that tan freckles would sprinkle across her nose and cheeks? That when she was tired her eyes would flutter shut four times before she drifted into her dreams. No one, only I. She was 21 in human years now. A woman. A beautiful one, even by demon standards.
What use does this one have for this information? It's not as if…Ridiculous. She had to find happiness. Then why was this so difficult to comprehend? I do not wish to let her go.
