When Demon Child Become Human
The holiday! IV

I gasped and immediately woke up demi-waiting ....

Suddenly felt a danger, especially the head as hit by something, it turns out Daniel. Why is the sleeping position so messy? I mean, her legs are on her head and her head is on her feet-ah, a nightmare, huh? Then I helped fix his sleeping position as before very slowly and carefully.

Then the red netra is lured to see the clock-he? It's almost midnight! Aaah, it's worth the head feels dizzy, plus wake up suddenly like this too! I exhaled a restrained breath, and then the eyes turned to ....

The heart stops in a matter of seconds.

Because again made to forget the land. For to me who knows only soot all life, he is an intoxicating heavenly entity. Maybe all my thoughts about her were too exaggerated but really this girl was a peerless beauty, despite the dimness of the living room blocking the vision. And I can adore him in silence as long as the heart can still tremble.

And when God wrongly created a figure formed from drops of light, it became man, because it was impossible for there to be a person like him; like Fate. Must be an angel. Definitely no? Of course this girl is an angel because what else is more beautiful every time you look at her? And mortal beings like me continue to be driven mad by it, spontaneously the hand draws near to the girl for want-waaa! Control yourself, Red!

Immediately I gripped my own right hand and stood-aaaaa, I really hate the contents of the head if it is like this! Then I switched to quick shaking. Therefore also realize, Crist is not in the eh-place, where is he these nights?

Then I went around looking for him.

When I got to the second floor, I found the door to our room open with the lights on. Without further ado I entered until Crist reflexively turned his head back, smiling again as dark blue eyes fell on me. "Oh, Red. I couldn't sleep so I went back to my room to write. If it's down .. afraid to bother you."

"From the beginning we came here, you were busy writing there."

And Crist has a shady face. "Yes .. I want to finish this record before we go back to Vaughan."

Oh, maybe very important? Until continue to insist on writing even though the time is so clamping. But that reminds me of something. Immediately I stepped into one of the mattresses where I used to rest and reached into the waist bag lying on top.

"There's something I want to give you" I said as I walked toward the table Crist occupied. Then put something nearby, making him surprised until it looked exhausted words.

As soon as the face looked up for the sake of looking deeply right at my two red veils, then it was obvious that he was showing a noticeable shock. "How can ...."

Then I said back in a very calm voice, just like a feeling when remembering how amazing this young man's father could be. "I met your father-eem, his soul I mean. He wants you to be able to continue living well, because he cares about you so much."

And he looked back down, staring in disbelief at the pendant on the side of the table.

"You also know all the latest data on Tiamat and Genesis, right? Everything your father found." Spontaneous eyes were back on me like a flash that he understood what was happening. "Yes, he's missing because of Tiamat. And I who was once under the influence of Tiamat. Destiny is funny sometimes, isn't it?"

At that time the young man laughed, maybe sounding soft but a calm smile still attached to the face to the point that the eyes closed gently. And I went on to say, "It's no coincidence, Professor Caterine tried so hard to become a department leader and make you a student."

"You know ...?"

Instantly a faint gaze from the dark blue eyes headed towards the pendant. "Well .. I've known Miss Caterine for a long time. Dad likes to take me to the office, so I can get to know this place .. 'cause I also have a dragonic, like."

Crist's words were intermittent because they often stole his breath in a weak voice, provoking a crimson netra fixedly staring at him. For the pair of eyes was not as I was accustomed to; like the gaze of a lost man. And the gaze did not fit there very well, making me close my lips tightly together with the feeling in the throat like entangled; making me keep quiet.

Perhaps, what Crist's father was worried about.

"I used to aspire to be a great man like Dad, and spent a lot of time with Miss Caterine. That's why I call her Miss, because I used to. .. I thought of her as my own sister."

As Crist's arm moved, it came to a pendant still lying on the table. Then take; gripping, as stored the desire to have a strong. And sure enough, because it was his; it had to go back to him.

"When I lost Dad and Mom forgot about me, I was really desperate. I've forgotten everything, but there's still ...."

He immediately turned to me again on a loose smile; a smile that he was not used to showing; a smile that was indeed bright to make a bad taste and rumbling in the recesses of the chest disappeared.

"You and Fate, it's a gift." Crisp laughter also broke out. "I'm always at a loss for words against you."

In fact, I laughed at him because of the meaning of hyperbole what else he gave? But what Crist said afterwards surprised me.

"If I am burdened with my own thoughts, just look at you guys. Make me calm down and go back to remembering that you forgot, remember one of the things that matters most to me." And tears flowed from the closed petals.

Crist crying.

"Looking at you two also always reminds me .. The efforts and challenges that have been passed will definitely pay off. Although it fails, it can continue to fight without giving up as long as you remember your original goal. Nothing will be in vain ...."

In the end, I was encouraged to say, "Actually you are one of the lights in my life. Illuminate. I can be like this, right now, because of you."

"Maybe I am indeed a fire" he said quivering with a small laugh, "bringing warmth to the hopeless."

His fingers lifted, removing the trace of tears falling on the end of his chin. As a pair of dark blue eyes re-open, lit up full of determination like the sun when the night was getting late.

"Thank you for being here, leading my way when it turns dark. You are indeed a sincere person."

Rebut I smile because I understand what it feels like to say the words that melt the wound, like an effort to clean the dirty road using the chants of prayers that continue to be offered. I'm glad to see it too. I can't stop smiling at over-the-top compliments when I'm doing nothing. And I felt the heart sink; thinking that the universe had its own path in the course of life.

"Thank you back, Crist."