Beauty & The Beast

I was at my usual spot, behind the tool shed in the park. I was taking a drag of my cigarette when an old man arrived round the corner. I raised an eyebrow in question, maybe he was a customer. "Are you D-daniel?" He stuttered.

I took another drag before exhaling and throwing my cigarette down, stamping on it. I looked up at the man and smirked. I then showed my black horns and my black tail which swished from side to side intimidatingly. I gave him a small grin, flashing my pearly fangs. You see, I'm a demon. A demon who takes offers.

"Yes, what of it?"

"I have a d-deal." He spoke timidly.

"Intrigue me." I smirked, leaning closer.

"I'm going to die soon." I nearly rolled my eyes. Usually these went the same way, them begging for immortality or a chance to live until they're one hundred or something. I was already bored by the request and I bet it showed on my face.

"A-and I want to trade you my soul for my son's eternal protection." He spoke confidently. My interest was sparked again. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?" I asked, smiling thoughtfully.

"Yes, when I die, I want him to be looked after. You protect him, you get my soul." He confirmed. I stroked my chin thoughtfully.

"Hm, on one condition." I grinned, making his face fall a little. This request was asking more than others, I'd have to watch over this person and make sure they were alright at all times so I was going to make it easier for myself.

"What is it?" He asked suspiciously.

"That he works for me for six months, a bit like a slave." I smirked. The man's face contorted in dislike but he seemed to be thinking it through.

"Alright, but you aren't to harm him at all. That's our deal. You get my soul, he's your slave for six months. You don't hurt him in ANY way and he is granted total freedom when the six months are up." The man concluded.

"Is that a deal?" I asked, holding out a hand. He gulped then shakily reached to take my hand, giving it a firm shake. I snapped my fingers and a contract hovered in mid air, pen beside it. "Please sign at the bottom and tick the terms and conditions box. I doubt you'll have time to read those because seriously, who ever reads the terms and conditions?" I smirked and winked. He frowned but took the pen and scribbled his signature on the bottom.

It was sealed.

~

Ding dong.

I groaned and jumped to my feet, stretching and padding towards the door. I didn't bother hiding my horns and tail, whoever made me get up would see how pissed off I was. I swung the door open and my eyes widened when I saw an old man. It was the old man I had made a deal with two months previous. Behind him was a black haired man with striking blue eyes. He was quite slim but had broad shoulders and nice hips. His skin was pale but contrasted well against his dark hair. He didn't look too happy though. He was hot.

"Our deal." The old man spoke up.

"But you aren't dead yet." I frowned. The old man looked sad.

"I will today. That's when it's scheduled, I just wanted to see my son off."

"I can't believe you made that stupid deal. I'M FINE." The man growled.

"It was the only way I could make sure you were always safe!" The old man sighed. I felt like puking at the cliche words.

"Shut up both of you and get this goodbye over with." I snapped.

"Can't you take back the deal?" The man whispered to his father. "It can't be too late."

I rolled my eyes, of course it was too late. His fate was sealed.

"I'm afraid I can't" The old man replied. I started to yawn, getting bored of waiting. The man's eyes started to water a bit and I felt a pang in my chest, I never liked it when people cried. It made me feel uncomfortable. I had to look away, not wanting to see them cry and hug. I heard some sniffles and some mumbled words before rolled my eyes.

"Alright come on! I don't have all day." I snapped. The man glared at me and watched the old man walk away. He stopped at my gate and gave me a look, as if to say 'keep your word' before disappearing round the corner.

I turned to the man, watching him walk inside my house. "So, you gotta name?" I asked, shutting the door. I turned to him.

"Phil." He spoke a little venomously.

"Well Phil, I'll show you to your room. Then you can start on hoovering the place." I smirked, eyes raking his body once more. He really was quite hot. Phil scowled and followed me upstairs. We walked down the hall and to the last door on the right.

"Here it is." I opened the door into a white room with a wardrobe, bathroom, desk and bed. It was pretty plain but he could do whatever the hell he wanted with it. "I don't care how you decorate just don't mess up the walls. Once your unpacked you can get downstairs and start cleaning." I grumbled, wanting to get back to my show.

"Whatever." He sighed, sitting down on the bed. I watched for a second as his sad eyes trailed the room before landing on me. He frowned when he saw me still in the doorway. I blushed a little before swiftly leaving, I felt stupid as the heat remained on my cheeks.

~

I watched him, he'd been at my house for three days. He did the work I gave him although there wasn't always a lot. Usually it was just cleaning the house or making meals. Whenever I left the house I let him do what he wanted as long as he didn't leave. There was a shield around the house which prevented him from escaping. It was the contract, locking him in place. The only way he could get out is if he was with me.

I had just come back from work and had made three deals. One was make the person rich in exchange for half their life. That one made me laugh because he was going to die the next day anyway. The second one was something similar, money for soul. The third one was have the girls fall in love with him for his soul. They were stupid requests but that was what was so fun about dealing. Watching the pathetic humans trade their soul for things they thought were important to them.

However now that I was looking at Phil, I could see he was different to others. Looking into his soul I saw he required nothing, he was annoyingly selfless. Selfless people usually pissed me off, being pure and all but there was something different about him. Maybe it was because I was attracted to him which made it a bit more bearable. However I promised not to harm him in anyway which means I couldn't use him for sexual pleasures otherwise his pride or innocence would be hurt and that is still hurting him.

I didn't have a job for him to do so he was sat in his room, reading a book. He smiled at little bits here and there and I found it completely adorable. It was weird having thoughts like that, I never thought anything was adorable or cute. I despised cute and adorable things yet I liked these qualities about Phil. I shook my head and left the hallway.

~

"Phil I'm going to work. I need you to come with me, there'll be people at my house for today so I can't leave you." I called up the stairs. Soon enough I heard the light pad of his feet as he walked down the hall and to the top of the stairs.

"Why can't you let me out? I promise I'll come back." He asked, looking frustrated. I frowned, would he go see friends? The thought made a jolt go through my chest and for a moment it felt like jealousy. But why would I be jealous?

"Sorry the contract forbids it." I replied. "Now come on." I said impatiently. He sighed before following me outside.

It had been quite a while and I still didn't have any customers. I took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a drag. I glanced over at Phil who was looking at the cigarette in disgust. "What's your problem?" I asked.

"Nothing, I just don't like smoking." He replied, looking at the ground. He then slid down the shed and started picking at the daisies, starting to make a daisy chain. My eyes widened in shock.

"You can't do that!" I exclaimed. He frowned and looked up at me.

"Why not?"

"Because it's bad for my image. What if a customer showed up and saw you and me and you were making Daisy chains?" I explained, exasperated. Phil giggled at me. I felt myself blush, ok so maybe his giggle was cute too. It was annoying me how much this boy was getting to me.

"Alright alright." He smiled and got to his feet. He then proceeded to take out his phone. I couldn't see the screen but I assumed he was either on the internet, playing a game or texting a friend. There it was again, that little jolt of jealousy. I frowned, what was I jealous of though? The fact he had friends and I didn't? The fact that he was giving attention to someone else and not me? I was surprised at these thoughts and tried to shake it off.

"So what do you do for a job? Just sit around behind the shed all day?" Phil asked, looking confused.

"No, as you know I made a deal with your father. I make deals with human beings, provided it amuses me." I explained. He nodded but his eyes stayed on me, looking over my face. I suddenly felt self conscious. "What?" I asked.

He blushed and turned away. "Nothing, it's just nice seeing you without the horns and tail and stuff." He explained, looking at the ground. I felt my own cheeks heat up but tried to fight it. I didn't know what to say, what could you say? I just coughed and looked anywhere else that wasn't at him and he went back to his phone. I took a drag from my cigarette whilst an awkward silence settled. Luckily a customer arrived.

"Hey." The guy said. Phil jumped and it made me want to laugh but I had an image to uphold.

"What do you want?" I asked, making my horns and tail appear. The menacing look return to my eyes. The man was quite tall and well built with floppy blond hair and bright blue eyes. He had a strong jaw and handsome face. All in all, really hot.

He smirked as if flirtily. I could already guess what he wanted and tried to forget that innocent Phil was witnessing it. His smirk faltered for a second as he spotted Phil who was watching wide eyed. "Who's that?" The man asked, his expression going cold. I immediately disliked him showing Phil that look and felt a protectiveness wash over me.

"He's an associate for the day. Pay him no attention. Get on with it." I snapped.

The man raised an eyebrow before returning to his smirk and looking me up and down. "I'll give you my soul for a nice fuck." He smirked. I heard a small gasp behind me but tried to ignore it.

"That's it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow although I sort of liked the idea, I had had these before. I was definitely not a virgin if you know what I mean.

"Well, I was hoping it could be followed by many more after that." The man smirked. I thought about it. I was immortal, if he was having sex with me any time he wanted then that wouldn't benefit me much when he was old. I'd offer him one good time of his life but that was it. I didn't want him sticking around.

"You only get one." I smirked.

"Oh well, you can't blame me for trying." He smirked, giving me a flirty wink. I snapped my fingers and the contract appeared.

"Sign your name at the bottom and tick the terms and conditions box." I spoke up, a little bored of repeating myself. He grabbed it enthusiastically and scribbled his name down. It was sealed.

"So when are we gonna do this?" He asked, smirking.

"Tonight. I'll see you there." I smirked.

"See you then." He winked and walked off. I looked at my watch, there was only ten minutes left and I couldn't be bothered to wait any longer. I turned back to Phil, surprised to see an angry expression on his face.

"What's up with you?" I asked.

"That's a stupid thing to sell your soul for. He will endure suffering after death and all for some dirty sex? It's wrong." He replied, looking at me in a small form of disgust. For once I felt a little ashamed which was weird. I never felt ashamed of what I did, I was a demon. I wasn't supposed to give a fuck.

I scowled. "Shut up, let's go." I snapped and turned my back.

~

It had been two months, only four left. With every passing day it had been harder to deny that my feelings were definitely different for Phil. Every time I looked at him he seemed to look prettier and prettier and there were some days when I wanted to push him against a wall and kiss his stupid face off. However if I did that then the contract would be broken and he'd be free to go.

I really didn't want him to go.

Now I occupied my free time pretty much watching him. I'd give him meaningless jobs just so I could see him. However I didn't like working him too much. I always felt a little bad when I saw him cleaning up and doing the work. It drove me mad sometimes because I'm not used to feeling all these different emotions and sometimes I wanted to bang my head in a wall. He was doing weird things to me.

We were both in the living room watching Adventure time. There was another thing. Even if I was a demon, I still appreciated human creativity. I enjoyed TV shows, music and video games. Phil and I seemed to have a lot in common and sometimes played together, watched shows together and listened to music together.

I think it was safe to say that Phil had gotten used to me and didn't hate me anymore. I was glad he didn't hate me because I definitely did not hate him. I remember the looks he used to give me when I made deals he didn't like or brought someone home. It always made me feel ashamed in some ways and I hated that he could make me feel that way.

I watched the screen when I heard Phil giggle. I looked over at him to see him on his phone. I frowned. "What are you doing?" I asked curiously.

"Texting someone." He replied, looking up at me for a split second with his beautiful eyes. I gulped.

"Who?" I asked, feeling the familiar pang of jealousy.

Phil sighed, probably annoyed that I'm so nosy. "If you must know, my girlfriend." He sighed. I felt my blood run cold. My jaw dropped open and I felt my heart sink. I had never felt this way before and the sudden attack of these emotions were too much. Pure jealousy, sadness, longing.

"Oh." I managed before abruptly standing up and walking out the room.

"Where are you going?" He called.

"Out." I yelled back and slammed the door.

~

I was making dinner for once. I wanted to try being nicer to Phil. Everyone saw me as someone to fear and hate, unless they wanted a quick fuck. Phil, despite his situation, treated me like a human being most of the time and I even stayed in my human form more often. I only wore my horns and tail when I was at work now.

I was boiling some pasta when I heard it, the sniffling and crying. I froze, and stopped what I was doing. If he was hurt then I was screwed. Surely I would have seen it though? I turned the cooker off and ran up the stairs with super speed, reaching his door in no time.

"Phil?" I asked. He had his head between his knees but when he heard my voice it shot up in shock. He was crying and I immediately felt that uncomfortable knot in my stomach.

"O-oh, um. Yeah? What is it?" He asked, wiping his eyes and trying to seem like he wasn't upset. I frowned and closed the door, however I didn't come closer. I was always awkward in these situations.

"What are you crying about?" I asked. He looked away from me.

"I'm fine-" He started but I frowned, of course he wasn't.

"You definitely aren't. Tell me what's wrong." I demanded, my tone a little stricter. However I felt bad after using it, surely that's no way to get someone to tell you why they're sad. I felt ashamed after using it.

Phil glared at me which immediately made me feel bad, "FINE! If you have to know every fucking detail of my life, my girlfriend just broke up with me because she hasen't seen me in three months! She thinks I'm not spending time with her and I can't tell her WHY! Just go away! This is all your fault!" Phil growled. Turning and looking the other way.

I felt a pain. A pain of hurt, another emotion I had never experienced before and I immediately hated it. I felt sad that Phil didn't like me and said it was my fault. I bowed my head in shame. I knew that it didn't count in the contract because it was a relationship. I included that in the terms and conditions. I can't cure mental pain, only physical. I included that whilst he was staying with me. However I wasn't allowed to cause him mental abuse since I promised but if someone else did, say a bully or a girlfriend who broke his heart it didn't count so the contract was still in place. Not that I cared in that moment in time.

Without another word I left and went to finish dinner. Once it was ready I called him down and to my surprise he came and ate with me. He looked defeated when he was eating though which made me feel bad. Then the thought of him coming down only because he thought he had to because of the contract came to mind and I didn't know I could feel any worse. It was too much that halfway between the meal I got up and left.

~

It had been a week since Phil had broken up with his girlfriend and I had left. We didn't talk about it. We just carried on as normal, although Phil seemed to be more deflated than usual. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want him to be miserable with me.

"Phil." I called.

"Yeah?" He asked when he arrived.

"We're going out, come on." I sighed. Phil's face dropped.

"To work?" He asked, looking unhappy. I had stopped taking him to work because I knew it made him uncomfortable.

"No, into town. I need a day of fun and I suppose you do too." I explained, trying not to show any emotion. I watched as his face held shock then broke into a grin.

"Ok." He replied enthusiastically, already making me feel better.

We went for lunch then walked around London, doing all sorts of things and I loved seeing the happy smile on Phil's face all day. "Come on, lets go to the cinema." I yawned.

"Really? To see what?" Phil asked. I shrugged.

"You choose." He grinned and we looked through what was on. Eventually he chose a movie and it was actually pretty enjoyable. He had chosen a comedy and I found myself actually laughing at some parts. Seeing Phil's happy face though was my highlight.

It had occurred to me that I definitely liked Phil. Liked him in a romantic way and it scared me a lot but for some reason I didn't want to fight it. I wanted to kiss him and cuddle with him and do all the things human couples did but I didn't know how. I'd never had a relationship. I'd never shown any type of compassion or love before other than lust on the occasional deal. So now that I was experiencing it, I was terrified.

It was dark when we were walking back. I was deep in thought, thinking through all the things I about Phil that were on my mind. However I felt eyes on me and turned to look at Phil who quickly diverted his gaze. Even in the dark I could see his cheeks had grown darker.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"N-nothing." Phil stuttered. I smirked.

"There's obviously something. Come on Phil, if you were staring at my hot body no one will blame you." I smirked, trying to cover up my curious nerves with cocky confidence.

"It's just that you were smiling." Phil spoke timidly. My eyes widened in shock. I was? "And you look kinda cute when you smile." Phil added, a lot more quietly but I definitely heard it and it was shameful how much I blushed in that moment.

"Uh, thanks? I guess." I replied awkwardly. Not knowing what to say.

"Um, thank you for the day out. It was nice to get out the house." Phil changed the subject.

"No problem." I replied, not knowing what else to say.

~

We were curled up watching a movie. I don't know how or when it happened but now every time we watch a movie, Phil would curl into my side and rest his head on my chest. Don't get me wrong, I loved it but it made me hurt. It made me hurt because even after I realized I liked Phil I knew he's never like me.

I'm a demon and I'm immortal, it would never work. Plus, who could love me? Who could love me after what I do and have done to people. How could he love me after everything I have put him through? So as we were curled up I felt myself hurting inside. The last time it happened I ran out the room and left. I did it often. However, this time I was determined to stay because even though it was hurting I loved having him that close to my chest.

Halfway through the film I found myself unconsciously playing with his hair. I heard him sigh and that's when I realized I was doing it. I sort of froze and took my hand away from his head. However he let out a moan in protest. "Don't stop." He grumbled, seemingly have asleep. I gulped but complied and played with his hair again, feeling him physically melt at the touch. Soon his breath slowed down and he was fast asleep.

Movie forgotten, I watched his sleeping face, feeling that hurt in my stomach. He'd be gone in a month. I didn't want him to go. I kissed his forehead and lifted him up, teleporting to his room. I laid him gently down on the bed and tucked him in. I watched his angelic face and felt tears come to my eyes. It shocked me because Demons don't cry. I just felt that emotion of helplessness and the hurt on top of it was making me shake and the tear to slip out.

I wiped it away harshly. Since when had I been behaving so human? I looked at him again. "You see what you do to me? You made me cry. Demons don't fucking cry." I whispered, knowing he wouldn't hear me. "Demons don't love either." I whispered even quieter and felt another tear escape before sniffing and wiping it away. I turned and left.

~

"Lets go to a club. You need to let loose." Phil grinned. I raised an eyebrow.

"No I don't."

"Yes you do. You've been extra grumpy this week and you need to relax. Please can we go?" Phil asked with puppy dog eyes. I immediately melted but made an effort not to show it. We had officially become friends, quite good friends although I tended not to show too much emotion around him although I did feel it. I didn't want him to know I was feeling human because it scared me and only gave him more power to hurt me.

"Fine." I replied. Phil beamed.

I dressed up for the night, feeling awkward as I looked myself over in the mirror. I had black skinny jeans on, a white dress shirt and my leather jacket. I had also made sure that my hair was on point. I walked to the front door, waiting for Phil. Finally he walked down the stairs and joined me. I let my eyes rake his body and was pleased he was wearing something similar - Black skinny jeans, checkered shirt and denim jacket. He was looking extra hot.

He approached me and his eyes looked me over, seemingly going wider. I frowned. "What?" He blushed.

"N-nothing, you look good." He commented before looking away. I smiled and opened the door, watching him rush out. He was complimented me a lot recently, maybe it's because we were friends now. I wasn't sure but I liked it.

The club's music was loud and fast and it was already making me excited. I had come many times before but I hadn't been in ages and it was sending a thrilling rush through me. "Want a drink?" I offered and he nodded, following me to the bar. I got us both a drink before watching everyone dance to a fast song.

After, quite a few, drinks Phil turned to me with a drunk smile. "Wanna dance?" He offered, seeming more confident. My eyes widened.

"Um, are you sure?" I asked.

"What's wrong? Can you not dance?" Phil teased. I frowned.

"No, for your information I have been complimented many times by the ladies for my dancing." I smirked.

"Then prove it." Phil smirked back. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him. I felt a tingle rush from my fingertips round my whole body. A realization washed over me, was Phi flirting with me? I felt myself blush even though I convinced myself it wasn't possible.

Super Massive Black Whole by Muse came on and I grinned. We both loved Muse. I jaw dropped when Phil started dancing to the beat, swinging his hips a little. He looked really hot. I gulped and danced along with the music. He seemed to be doing it a little sexily but I didn't know if I should. However I gave up eventually and started to move my hips in similar fashion to his.

He noticed immediately and there was shine in his eyes. "There you go. No need to be shy around me." He grinned and continued to dance, getting a little closer. I grinned back and found myself enjoying the close dancing. Halfway through it was interrupted though when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see the blond man I had made a deal with months previous. I think his name was Mark.

"I thought it was you." He said flirtily. "I'd know those hips anywhere." He winked.

I just stared at him expectantly, no knowing what he wanted. I crossed my arms over my chest. "Mark, was it? What do you want?" I asked.

"How about you and me find some place quiet?" He suggested, getting closer and making me uncomfortable. I was about to reply when I felt a hand slip into mine.

"Sorry but he's taken." Phil snapped and pulled me away, leaving Mark speechless.

When Phil stopped at a quiet corner in the club I found myself frowning. "What was that-" But I never got to finish. Phil pushed me against the wall.

"Shut up!" He growled then his lips were on mine. I was so shocked but it quickly passed when Phil kissed me passionately, if not a little sloppily. I found myself getting lost in the kiss, hands slipping into his hair and pulling him closer. He ran his tongue along my lip and pushed his tongue in, roaming around my mouth. Never before had I enjoyed a kiss so much.

He pressed our bodies together, pressing me further into the wall. Usually I wasn't happy subbing or feeling vulnerable but in this case I was so turned on by it. Phil's lips left mine and I whined, wanting to kiss him forever. They started to move down my jaw and my eyes widened. Phil knew my neck was sensitive since he accidentally touched it once and I shrieked. I could tell he was thinking about how I'd react if he kissed me there and let me tell you, it was very sensitive.

As soon as his lips touched the skin I moaned loudly. He smirked against it and started sucking and biting, leaving a love bite. I pulled him closer, wanting to feel all of him against me. "You're so beautiful." Phil mumbled against my skin, making me tense up. I had been called things like hot and attractive but never beautiful. I felt a pang of happiness. "I just want to kiss you all the time." Phil mumbled, biting down and making me moan again. "You always just sit there, looking so sexy." Phil hissed in my ear, making me gasp as he toyed with my earring.

He ground our hips together and we both let out a groan. Things were definitely getting hot and I indescribably turned on. My mind was a little hazy from the drink and the heat of the club was making it harder to realize what was happening. I wasn't supposed to do this with Phil. If he got hurt by it, the contract would break and he'd be free to go.

With the thought of him leaving sooner rather than later in mind I unlatched Phil from my neck. He frowned as I breathed heavily for a minute. "We need to stop." I spoke up.

"What? Why?" Phil asked, looking upset and annoyed.

"Because, you don't mean any of this. You're Phil, we have a contract and this will only make things complicated. Lets go." I sighed, grabbing his wrist. He seemed confused and looked a little hurt but he was drunk so there was a good chance it wouldn't affect the contract.

"Is it because of that slut Mark?" Phil spat on the way out. I didn't reply, just let him ramble. "He's not even that pretty anyway. What do you see in him?" He ranted. "I love you Danny." He sang only ten minutes from the house. I felt my mood drop, Demons don't get easily drunk so I was a lot more sober than Phil was. So I was able to feel that hurt again. He didn't mean it, he was just drunk.

I put him to bed as soon as we got in and he was out like a light. As I was sat in my own bed I still felt the tingle of his lips and felt the tears come to my eyes again but fought to keep them down. Demons don't cry.

~

It's the night before the contract ends and I feel so unhappy. Six months was definitely not long enough. The next day Phil would be gone from my life and he'd leave me with all these emotions I never wanted to feel but somehow do when I'm around him. We're doing what we do almost every night. He's curled up in my side, head on my chest watching a movie; I stroked my fingers through his hair. Phil sighed and snuggled in closer to me.

I didn't know if he had been counting down the days or not and if he knew that he was leaving because I hadn't told him. I never told him how much time he had left. As I was sat there I wondered if I just didn't tell him and let him stay for a while longer until he caught on ... but I couldn't do that to him. A deal is a deal.

"Dan." Phil whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Where's your family?" He asked softly. I felt myself tense, demons don't have families. We're born, raised until twelve then left to make our way in the world. No compassion or love from the mother's either. Demons aren't supposed to feel emotions like love, loss, sadness, longing. They are considered weak.

"I don't have one." I settled on.

"Oh." He replied, looking up at me with his brilliant blue eyes. "I'm sorry." I shook my head. It wasn't his fault. As I looked at his eyes I wondered if he remembered that night at the club at all. When we had woken up everything had returned to normal. However I didn't forget and it seemed he had, it broke my heart a little. I was so in love with him at that point and the pain was only worse.

I hadn't even noticed how close we were and how Phil's blue eyes had drooped a little or how his chin had tilted upwards towards me. I only noticed when I felt myself lean down because I stopped midway, wondering what the hell I was doing and pulling back. He was leaving the next day, there was no point.

However I missed the disappointed look on Phil's face when I looked away, focusing back on the screen. He bit his lip and returned his head to my chest snuggling up again. I hadn't worn my horns and tail in over a month, I even started dealing less, only showing up occasionally. I always wanted to please Phil and he liked my human form.

~

"You're time is up." I announced from his bedroom door.

Phil was sat at his desk, looking at me in confusion. "What is up?" He asked.

I raised an eyebrow. "The contract. The 6 months are up." I explained. His eyes widened but he looked sad, like he was disappointed. I assumed because we were friends now.

"Oh." He replied, looking down at his lap. "How long do I have to get out?" He asked.

"However long it takes to pack." I shrugged, not meeting his gaze. Without another word I left, feeling my mood at 0%. This was it, the first person I ever loved and they were leaving. I stumbled into the living room, letting a few tears escape my eyes as I buried my face in the sofa cushion. I allowed myself to cry for a minute to let it out. I tried not to be long in case Phil heard and came down.

I dried my eyes and waiting in painful silence, hearing his feet shuffle around the room. An hour later I heard the padding of feet and the 'thunk' of his suitcase as he made it down my stairs. I got to my feet and joined him once he reached the bottom of the stairs. I didn't expect him to look so miserable. Although when he caught my eye he put on a seemingly fake smile. I didn't get it, I thought he'd be happy to finally be free. So why was he so sad?

"Um, good luck." I muttered. Opening the door for him, I had no idea what to say. He nodded and dragged his suitcase behind him.

"Goodbye." He spoke quietly, still with the fake smile.

"Bye." I replied, focusing on not letting my voice break. Phil lingered for a second, just looking at me before gripping his suitcase tighter and leaving. I didn't want to watch him walk away so I closed the front door. As soon as the latch clicked I felt my heart hurt so badly. I let a sob go and I slid down the door, hiding my head in my knees. I rocked back and forth, feeling so lost and miserable.

"Emotions are weak. They are so weak. Emotions like these should be banned if they make you feel like this." I thought miserably. My horns grew in and my tail drooped, I felt so defeated. My whole world seemed to revolve around Phil and now he was gone and I had nothing left to do. I couldn't even remember life without him ... and now he was gone. I let the tears slip down my cheeks, feeling the salt on my lips.

Knock knock

My eyes widened in surprise. I frowned and stood up, drying my face. If it was the postman he was going to get one hell of a beating up. I made my horns and tail vanish, wanting to feel normal for a bit. I sighed and twisted the handle, opening the door.

I barely had time to register the body flying at me before there was a pair of lips on mine, kissing me passionately. Without seeing the person, I knew it was Phil. His scent was familiar, his body pressed to mine felt familiar and his lips felt so familiar. I kissed him back needily, fingers gripping his locks and keeping his face connected to mine.

"I love you." He breathed out before kissing me harder and pressing me back against the wall.

"I love you too."

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~HelloAnonymousWriter~