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Does one little detail change the past?

Does what he is change anything at all?

What is a girl to do when she's told to make a choice she really doesn't want to make?

This is the story about me and Lucy. Or Lucy and I, I should say.

Let's start at the beginning shall we?

Ch 1: Our Meeting

I don't remember much about my meeting with him. I remember it almost like it was yesterday.

I was really young so that is to be expected. It was one of my earliest memories.

He was grown when we met but young. A teenager. He had short blond hair and beautiful aqua eyes.

I went to be crying the night we met, what about I truly just don't remember.

It was a dream, that I can say for sure for we were at a playground, though I could of sworn I just went to bed. Also this playground was the one I went to a while back, and was told we weren't coming back.

I found myself crying on the slide, and here I remained the whole dream.

"Oh my, what do we have here?" Was the first thing he ever said to me. "My, my, why are we crying my dear?" he asked in a snake like voice that gave me a fright.

It was then I realized I had changed location. Scared of that fact alone the man asked me something I did not hear. It was when finally dared to look back up to him did I see that he was squatting down to make his face level with mine. Gently, he brushed my hair off my face and wiped my tears away with his soft fingers. "Now, now, what's wrong, my dear?"

"Dean was bein' a big poopy face," I told him. What Dean did I don't know but to me it was really bad at the time.

"Well that's what big brothers are, but so don't feel bad," he sighs, "you can't hold that against them all the time." He tried to smile but I could tell he was sad.

"Does mister also have a poopy face brother, too?" I asked taking his face in my tiny fat hands. I don't know why but I didn't want him to leave and part of me was scared that unless I held on, he was. Bu there was also a part of me that wanted nothing to do with him, that was scared of him, but I couldn't understand why, so it slowly became so faint that I no longer could tell it was there.

"Yeah, I do," he laughs taking my hands in his.

"You know, Daddy and Dean is always telling me not to talk to strangers." I tell him. "Are you a stranger?"

Again he laughs but shakes his head, "Sam, if your going to make friends you have to talk to people. Just some people Sammy shouldn't trust. I, on the other hand want to be to be your friend." He explains.

"Okay!" I say excitedly. "I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sam. What's your name?"

"Well that's a beautiful name Sammy. You can call me Lucy."

"It's nice to meet you, Lucy."

"It is nice to meet you too, but you know what I can't keep you hear any longer, which means you have to go. Does Sammy want to come back tomorrow?" He asks me.

"Yes!" I answer without hesitation. I hugged Lucy around the neck instinctively and felt him tense under my arms, but quickly relax, and hug me back. I then say, "Bye-bye!"

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And that was the day I became friends with the devil.

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