~Len's POV~

A week and a half have passed since I started going out with Oliver. Needless to say, our relationship is still going strong. Strong enough, that I had planned on not coming back home, just to spend time with Oliver... forever. We haven't done anything...graphic yet, and we didn't really need to... yet. Oliver is still much too young. As much as I'd like to do it now, I don't plan to be separated from him by bars anytime soon. Besides, I still haven't told him about my family.

Every morning since that day had been pretty similar; yet, they all were really exciting for me. Every morning, I'd challenge myself to initiate something new with Oliver, we just started out with plain kissing. A few days later we started french kissing. Every kiss we do would make me go insane, I was just that madly in love with him.

Sadly, I don't get to meet him much after the morning until the sun starts to set, with the exception of Tuesdays. Even after I offered to help him, he would reject my offer kindly and continue to earn money himself.

"Mmn~ Len~" Oliver mumbled in his sleep. He's just so cute, even with the bandages...

"Morning Ollie." I cheerily teased him. I'm not usually the type to wake up early, but Oliver had completely changed that fact about me, seeing him asleep in the morning is just too cute to miss.

"Len? What time is it?" He mumbled, half asleep.

I took a quick glance at the clock, "6:40 AM" I told him.

And with that, he slowly got up as he rubbed his eye. I did the same, then he leaned forward slowly for a kiss.

Our lips met, it was still a wonderful experience, we held the position for a moment before my heart started to ache for more. I slowly made a small opening in my mouth and touched my tongue on his lips, signalling my request. Oliver obliged and let my tongue enter, I didn't have to battle for dominance at all as Oliver would readily submit. My tongue enthusiastically explored every inch of his mouth's interior before Oliver started to pull away, both of us were heavily panting from the kiss.

"I love you, Len!" He said. this was the first time he had initiated it, so I was obviously ecstatic.

"I love you too, Oliver." I replied, assuring him with a hug.

Oliver pulled away to do his morning routine. When he was done, he went into the kitchen to make breakfast. I followed behind him.

"What do you want for breakfast?" He asked me. Although I'm pretty sure he had already known the answer, it was the usual...

"Bananas!" I replied happily. A little too happily. Ever since this world introduced me to that heavenly fruit, I had grown addicted to it. Quite literally.

Oliver giggled quietly and gave me a banana.

"Y'know Len, you should eat other things too. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you can't just always have only bananas!" Oliver softly lectured me.

"Yes, mommy." I teased, chuckling a little. His completely ignored the comment and went on to cook something.

Curiously, I tried to look over his shoulder from my chair but failed. So, I just waited until he was done. He cooked two dishes.

"Len, this is yours." He told me offering a plate with lots of white meat and vegetables. I looked over to his plate and saw less of the white meat and more vegetables.

"Shouldn't you have more of this... meat, Ollie?" I asked him.

"Nonsense, you look like a bloody skeleton, you should eat more." He said. It was true and I could think of a reason why, I had only eaten bananas for as long as I had been here.

We quietly finished our breakfast.

"Bye, Len! I need to go to church today." He said sadly. What's a church?

"What's that?" I asked him.

"Oh, you don't know what that is?" He asked back

"Of course not, that's why I asked." I answered, rolling my eyes.

"W-well, it's this place where people gather to umm... worship God." He told me. Worship god? People worship god here? That's when I mentally slapped myself, of course they do Len, did you expect them to worship your father?

That's when I remembered the wooden cross in Oliver's living room. I remembered when my father told me that people who had those crosses hate us... will Oliver hate me when I tell him my past? I hope not.

"Len? Are you okay?"

"H-huh? Yeah I'm fine, have fun in church!" I told him.

And with that, he left. I spent the afternoon lazily walking around the house. It was fun... not. But it does beat being at home.

After a while, I got bored and left the house. I slowly walked my way to the nearest park, close to where me and Oliver first got together. It took me another while to get there, when I did, I just slept on the bench and watched the sky.

~Oliver's POV~

It was just like any other Sunday, we prayed, had lectures and whatnot. I probably shouldn't be saying this out loud but I'd definitely prefer spending all those hours with Len than- oh gosh, can God hear my thoughts? I'm going to be punished aren't I. My dad would be so disappointed. I panicked a little before I calmed down as my dad's word echoed in my head: 'your actions are more important than your words.'. I'm here today so I won't have anything to worry about right?

I ran the quickest way home, I wanted to see Len again. I whizzed past the cafe and the convenience store in record time. The park is just around the corner and my house isn't far from there.

Just as I ran around the corner, I hit someone. It was Len.

"L-Len? What are you doing here?" I asked him, rubbing my forehead from the impact.

"Oh hey Ollie, I just got bored and decided to take a stroll around the park y'know."

"O-Oh okay, let's walk home together!" I said, almost shouting that last part.

"Y-yeah"

"What's the matter?" I asked him, concerned. It wasn't like him to be so quiet and stuttery. That's my job!

"Oliver, I need to tell you something." He said quietly; but with more power, this time.

"About wha-"

"My past" his past? Come to think of it, He'd never told me about what he did before we met. I've also never gone to his house, nor have I met or heard about his family...

"I'm listening." I told him, looking at him seriously.

"Y-you see... I'm... a demon." A what!? How is that even possible? He is joking, right? No, he looks too serious. If he is a demon then why is he in a relationship with me? Was he using me? Was he trying to get me? Is it... a trap? Tears started falling, I didn't want to hear more of this. I quickly ran away.

"Wait, Oliver!" He shouted. I didn't want to wait. I couldn't bear to hear any more. That alone was painful enough. Had he been faking all this time? To take advantage of me? Had he made me fall for him?

~Len's POV~

"Oliver, I need to tell you something." I told him. It was time, I had to tell him about my past. Even if I didn't, he would ask someday. It would be better to just spill it now.

"About wha-" he was barely able to finish that before I cut him off.

"My past." This is it, no turning back now.

"I'm listening" he said, putting on the cutest serious face I had ever seen. I wanted to kiss him now, but I had to get this out first.

"Y-you see... I'm... a demon." It was hard to say that last part. I still haven't told him my past, but I'm getting there. I closed my eyes to regain confidence and when I was ready, I started.

"I wa-" huh? Oliver? He had run away... I guess it was too much for him.

"Wait, Oliver!" I shouted, I couldn't finish my story, now I sound like some freak who's been baiting him or something. Why does God hate me so much? Oh right, I'm a demon.

I chased after Oliver's direction, hoping to finally be able to tell my whole story. It wasn't long before I heard noises from a dark alley.

"So, why have you been skipping school. Afraid of us? Afraid we would get you again? Well, too bad! we're here now and you have nowhere to run."

"Aaah" I heard a scream, it was Oliver. I ran to the alley and saw three boys, beating Oliver up, one of them was holding a knife. Oliver looked battered, he had multiple bruises forming along with new wounds on top of his old, bandaged ones.

"Stop that!" I shouted at them. Oliver looked surprised. The bigger of the three just laughed and stabbed Oliver on the stomach.

"And what are you going to do about it huh?" He teased.

"I'll beat you up like the assholes you are!" I shouted furiously.

"C'mon boys, we don't have any more business with these f*gs." He said, signalling for them to retreat. But not before whispering something to Oliver.

"Oliver! Are you okay? I'll call the ambulance!" He was bleeding heavily, bruised on all sides. It was a painful sight.

"Don't -cough- bother Len." He said weakly.

"But-"

"I'm sorry I ran away." He apologised in tears. "I'm sorry I doubted you."

"It's okay Oliver. I'll love you, always." I reassured him, hugging him.

"What you said was true right? That you are a demon?" He asked me.

"Yes, but-"

"Then please, Len... meet me in the afterlife." I didn't want it to be this way. I didn't want Oliver to die. I didn't want to go back. But if that's where Oliver's going, then I'll go there too.

"Okay, I will." I hugged his frail body tighter, hoping that if I hold onto him hard enough, He would magically feel better.

And with that, Oliver kissed Len on the cheek one more time, before he lets his eye close.

※ This chapter was really hard for me to write ;-;
Brb, Imma go cry now ;~;
Also, I don't really know what happens in churches so I couldn't exactly write a scene with Oliver in it.
This book is about halfway done. Yay! :D
If i made some grammatical mistakes, its probably because I could bring myself to re-read and review this depressing chapter ;A;