A/N Cloudy days and ill-health make me all poetic.

sarcasm is her facade,

because

nobody can get to you

if you are behind a wall.

she murmurs innuendo in his ear

it hides

how she really

feels.

she kisses to

disarm.

after a while she

loses

herself in the illusion.

what is real and what's emotion?

her smile,

slowly,

becomes genuine.

the demon found a place to hide.

it isn't behind walls of

words,

this time.

instead, she lives with an

angel

who is infinitely better than her,

and yet,

infinitely more evil.

that doesn't stop her from loving him the same way she knows

he loves

her.