Why do humans always believe in what I say? Is it because I appear innocent so they think I have no reason to lie? Or is it because I hardly ever lie?
"…"
Why did they believe me when I said I'd stay?
"…."
"Like I would ever stay…it's not like I can. The slightest, innocent brush of skin would result in their death. I can't help it. It's a curse.
"…"
I had to leave. This day was coming, since the beginning they must've known I was at flight risk…even more than Castiel…and he has wings. Demons don't…we can't see the sky because we're under the ground…so why bother having something that we won't ever use?
"….."
Stop it. Stop staring at me like that.
"STOP IT!" My fist punched the mirror, dark, tainted blood seeping out of my fresh wounds. I hissed angrily as I watched it heal. Damn it. 7 years of extra bad luck…great. I walked out of the small, gas station restroom. I walked onto the road and looked left…my destination…I looked right hesitantly…where I'd come from…Dean…Sam…Cas. Shit! I shook my head before looking at the ground. I placed a foot onto the road and turned left. My pace slow and steady…the darkness that had surrounded me had paled and turned grey when I was with them…but I'm a demon. I'm not supposed to be this…this…human. I glared at the ground.
"I had to leave…right?" I lifted my head to the sky, maybe He was listening to me for once.
"Right?"
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