So, before I start this, I'm going to give a quick explanation. A demon is someone who tried to commit suicide, but another demon comes in and steals the injured soul. A demon has to kill eight happy people and steal their souls then a depressed persons soul. That depressed person then becomes a demon. Mason here, the one telling this part of the story , killed the nine people to save his friend from suicide. Also, demons can't die until they steal the nine souls and the only way to kill them is by using a witches weapon. So sorry about the crappy explanation, but, here we go.
Recollections of our relationship clumped in my brain, striking it all at once. Though the memories had always resided up there, they turned vivid, as if I were living them once more. The parasite of concern squirmed in my stomach, leaving me infected again.
I sensed his cold aura once more, saw his glassy eyes staring off into the darkest pits of his self-hating hell. His lies shook me to the core again, shattering my flustered heart. I could feel his thin arms around my waist, I could see the silver tears tremble as they fell off his chin.
The pressure built up under my lungs as I replayed the moment I found the pills in his stuff. The sensation of guilt and irate tickled my chest as he walked in to see what I was doing. I remember the pain in his face as his soul turned the darkest shade off black.
Not to mention the feeling of being pathetic and hopeless as he ran out. The emotion of knowing for sure what he planned on doing. Being faced with only one solution to the problem. Knowing that that fix would save him , but would cause me so much hurt. Save him but he'd forget who I was.
And deep down, I didn't care if he would never recall my presence in his short lived life, all that mattered was that he loves. Even if it cost me my only happiness.
But now everything I ever did never even mattered.
Multiple red dots pierced his tiny frame as the Witch fired her gun. I watched him crumple weakly, his body heaving, gasping in vain for oxygen.
I reached for him, catching him in my arms. I could get shot, but I knew these would be my final moments with the love of my life, and with a life as useless as mine, his death ceased the reason to continue to live.
(And yes, Mason is totally gay for Theodore. Get at me bro. )
As death caught hold of his shadowed blue eyes, a familiar glass glazed over them. I tried not to cry as I felt his blood spill over my arms.
"M -Mason. ..?", Theodore coughed, crimson bubbling in his mouth, slipping down his cheek. Recoginition sparked in his eyes, then dulled. "I ...I remember now.. ."
"W-what do you remember?", I inquire. I attempted to sound strong but I only caused my words to break into a million jagged shards.
"That. ..I was.. .", he gurgled, sucking in for some kind of air. "...wrong. "
His eyes grew wet.
"I'm sorry, Theo. I'm sorry for pulling you into this. I thought it'd save you, but now you're like this. I'm sorry. ..I'm sorry. Its just.. I love you and I.. I ...", whatever strength I had left disappeared, eroded away into raw agony as my tears streamed down my face.
"Its. .its okay.. .I. .", he choked out, a small smile forming on his face. That same grin I told him I loved so much . "I. ..love you too.. "
His body froze and ceased to breathe.
A cold barrel was pushed into my temple as Quinn loomed over me., her Hazel eyes blazing with hatred. The Witch'a smooth voice hissed :
"Now you'll get what you deserve, demon. "
The last thing I remember was a slow creaking as a trigger was pulled.
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