When Demon Child Become Human
␑| Because I

I don't know how long I've been living.

Everyone, it feels bland.

I still don't understand the expectations he's saying. Why should I survive? Why just me? He's not begging for himself?

All those questions endlessly come to mind.

The more questions, the less answers.

Only one is certain. I must continue to live my life, for he has sacrificed his soul for me.

I, whom he hoped to live a normal life.

But is this normal? Even I won't die.

Whatever happens .. will not die.

"Jeez, let me call you an ambulance!" The mother spoke in haste after I saved her son from an accident.

Naturally he was worried, the collision was hard enough to feel crumbling and pain all over the body. Plus a lot of blood pooled around me that was still lying on the cold snow.

But still will not die, just feel the pain.

"Not necessary, just need a break."

She didn't care what I said, probably busy calling an ambulance.

So I switched to something else.

"Help my documents" I said in a trembling voice as I tried to stand up.

"Son, don't push yourself too much!" For a moment I heard a faint heavy voice and felt my body being held back, like someone was trying to help me wake up.

With great difficulty I tried to gather focus. It turned out that a big man was near me.

Ah, I didn't realize people were covering for me because before the eyes were so blurry; also dizzy. Plus the unbearable pain.

But was that such an accident?

"My documents."

"Sister, does this mean?" A child-child whom I had saved-provided a document map, and of course I received it immediately.

It's tidy. But when I tried to check if it was intact, I was in pain. The hand also reflexes raised because trying to hold the head that feels heavy.

"Emblem it .. Are you a student of Vaughan?" asked the father after looking at the map - a black document and a tree bearing a golden pattern - as I tried to check the contents.

I just nodded in response but they started to leave one by one, there was even a rush. My mother did not finish her phone either.

"If you don't want to be called an ambulance, I say goodbye first, yes. Thank you for saving my son. I wish you all the best in return."

"Father has business, are you okay to be left behind?"

"Yes, just need a little rest" I replied to all of them.

Slowly the father took off his embrace, making my body a little staggered. I also tried to endure the dizziness and pain by supporting my body with all my might; leaning against the street lamppost.

It seemed that after they found out where I came from, I was left with it.

If a normal human being gets hit by a car and loses this much blood and is left on the side of the road isn't it a little cruel?

Luckily I am eternally-ah, not lucky, rather this eternity is like a curse.

They might also think I'm not normal because of the spread of the issue. If you deal with a student from Vaughan, you'll be unlucky for life.

Some consider this just a mere rumor, who would easily believe such a ridiculous thing?

In fact, they cared about the issue and chose to seek it out safely - shunning us - as many would lose their memory of the identity of Vaughan's students, even a mother can forget her biological child but their neighbors remember. That's a weirdo, isn't it?

However, the Head Master stated it was actually better like this.

When we go on a mission, no one interferes or intervenes. So, there's no need to erase their memories of seeing us run errands.

Heroes without merit and treated like trash.

Spontaneous I snorted. The body also slumped from the back of the pole. I could see the moon breathing in the cold of the night.

Under the dimness of the silent path, there is now only me. Lonely; cold; alone; people drifting away, isn't this what it used to be?

Why am I running a curse called life? Better to die quietly. There is no need to feel pain; to feel pain; to close your eyes; to rest forever.

"I'm tired."

As my luminescent eyes blurred, vision began to faint with pain. Pain all over the body especially in the heart.

Now behind the sight of the black iris, a speck of snow began to envelop. Poking me to raise my hand, letting the snow fall and melt on the endless pale palm tremble.

Slowly the blood from the head stopped flowing, the red liquid on the road was frozen.

I remember the first time I knew this white universe.

That time ... was exactly as it is now.

Small, clean clumps descended from the sky. It felt cold, but he grabbed my hand and warm started to spread.

I remember that smile and the tenderness when his hand touched my cheek. Even as my body began to shake, he hugged me tightly; making sure to continue feeling comfortable.

He said it was snow, and it was this cold that made our togetherness so meaningful.

However, now, how hard I try to reach.

Nobody's holding this hand. I tried to grab my front but what? There's nothing here.

Just me, alone.

Slightly felt like the throat was suffocating and subconsciously, tears began to flow. Maybe the effect of being reminded again is nothing more that ensures I continue to feel safe and secure. So I clutched my chest, hoping the pain went away because my breath was tight right now.

But I missed that moment, and wanted us to be together; preferring to go back in time rather than be given life a second time.

Because I ... really not ready to lose.

I was never ready for him to leave because with him, I learned a lot of things.

Everything, full of color.

With him, I have something to hold onto in the present and the future. And it felt so warm that it forgot the past; so sweet that it was unthinkable to part, until I---

"Huh, hahahahahaha!"

Ridiculous, I killed him but I miss him too? I made my life this miserable! Why do you now wish to have happiness?! Stupid, don't make me laugh!

I violently wiped away the tears.

Don't know how long you've been sitting here until the white is a little blackened and the blood on the road is drowned by the snow because time doesn't feel at all, even hundreds of years of life ... feels briefly.

The thing is, nothing matters as it passes through the scroll of time.

It's all the same, emptiness.

Sometimes I think, how to get everything back to its original position? But how hard I try, everything is nil.

There is no more of it, and better .. swallow all these feelings raw again.

I also tried to check the documents that the professor told me to do. Difficulty Grade C. Everything is safe and nothing is missing.

Ah, I need to hand over the documents immediately.

Slowly I tried to get up, the body felt much better than before even though it was still a little painful. Then I staggered along the road in the weight of snow as my feet began to drag their steps, leaving a trail over the white bed.

Over time, the head felt so heavy that I just lowered my head. However, the tears again dripped without excuse and melted the snow below.

Undeniable, I miss; I need; I want her caress.

I want his affection.

Trying to hold back my tears, I groaned even more. "I have said ... have I said, why would I live if you were not here? What's for?"