Just a quickie I thought up in my insomnia.

I think this is gonna be the second time I've told a story from another perspective other than second.

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People like me don't get second chances....

Lies, betrayal, world domination, if I'd done it to anyone else they would've struck me down. If I'd done it to that bat-winged knight or the hammer-wielding king I wouldn't be here now.  

Someone like me shouldn't have gotten a second chance.

But that demon in pink gave me a second chance. The pink demon I sent on a chase across the galaxy to summon Nova. The pink demon that took pity on me after hearing my pain. The pink demon and... him.

The green one that followed behind them, the way he looked at me after. The soft facial features, the warmth behind that smile, the feeling that he went through the same ostracization that I did. I started feeling something I hadn't before. The green one made me happy.

We made each other happy, and day after day we kept making each other happy.

Until now...

Now it's just a black void. I thought I was alone before but now something's in the distance. I can't see it no matter how much I try to focus on it, and it's getting closer.

At first it looked like him and I started running towards what I thought would be safety and comfort, but then it changed. And I realized it wasn't him.

Whatever that was looked like me. It was like looking in a funhouse mirror, taller, with different  colors, its clothes had holes torn in some places and was tattered in others, the wings from its back were red like blood, and it had a necklace where my cherry red bowtie would be.

"What the?"

The reflection stared back, briefly reflecting my bewilderment until it suddenly moved of its own accord. A crazed grin adorned its face, entirely of malice. The reflection-turned-demon's mouth opened wide and it let out a horrifying screech.

https://youtu.be/O7st5zi8gzo

 I couldn't do anything to stop the sound, even trying to cover my ears was fruitless. Then came the falling.

It dropped me in a freefall, even opening my own wings didn't stop the descent.  At this rate all I can do is hold my hands in front of me and hope it doesn't hurt too bad.

Then I hit the floor.

I hit a cold, carpeted floor. I had a nightmare and fell out of bed. Grumbling, I stood up and went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror at the sight before me. The wings that I had been derided for when I was younger were on full display: yellow with gems where feathers or a membrane could be. The part of me that he embraced with open arms. Sometimes I swear that they've gotten bigger after meeting him and finally getting over how I felt about them.

Splashing some water on my face, I groggily stepped into the kitchen to make some tea.  After starting the tea I started looking at the pictures on the wall. Lots of memories there and good ones too, but my favorite might be the one they took after we met. Taking it off the wall I inspected it, there we were: Me, him, and Pinky all together for a group photo. Might've been the first time I had a genuine smile on my face. The telltale whistle of the pot boiling over told me that the water was done and soon a dark brown liquid filled my cup. Taking a seat I looked at the front door, nobody would bother anyone at this time. Next to it was a coat rack, on it was my hat and a green cloak. Green wasn't ever my color, but it looks good on him.

Taking tentative sips, trying not to burn myself as best I can, I let out a sigh of content. Soon I'd be back in the warm comfort of my bed and drifting off to dreamland. The metaphorical one of course, not the place I now call home.

"That hits the spot."

The energy I spoke with during the day was gone, replaced with calm lethargy. Finishing my drink I sleepily returned to my bedroom and laid in bed, waiting for sleep to return.

"Gmnnmngmn"

An arm belonging to the man I shared this home with pulled the covers back over me. His beautiful voice left him at night, replaced with incoherent grumblings that I've since learned how to speak.

"Don't worry about it, everything's fine. Just go back to sleep, I'll join you in a couple minutes."

"Hmmmmmmngh"

"Yeah, one of "those" ones. It's fine, nothing's going to happen to me, not when I've got you here with me."

I rolled over to look at him and started playing with a bit of his hair, making his eyes close tighter as to not interrupt the sleep he was attempting to slip back into.

"Gmurph"

"Sorry babe, I couldn't help myself."

A frown appeared on his face before his arms wrapped around me, and I answered the gesture of affection in kind, pulling him closer.

"Lmmphmmnnu"

"Love you too greenie."

And with that affirmation of affection we fell silent once more as the specter of sleep took hold of us.

https://youtu.be/SPUpsb_L6Z4

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You know what, I feel good. Gotta start off small after my fucking two-year hiatus from writing. One in which I've done absolutely nothing of substance, man that just makes me feel great. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and nauseous in the pit of my stomach, that last one might be an unrelated condition. So yeah, this is the second time I've attempted one of these from the perspective of the story's love interest and I want to think I did a good enough job. Uhh, welcome back to my writing style I guess.