in that moment when you saw the warmth in his eyes, you got this vicious urge to tell him that his word alone wouldn't turn you into a regular human. you have become a devil, after all.

you wanted to tell him that he'd be better off getting rid of you, that he should let you go because you only drag him down. but he insisted on carrying you with a wooden box behind his back, assuring you that he would turn you back into a human again.

"I'm sorry I didn't have time to put you down earlier, does your head hurt?" he asked as he opens the lock of the box and you can feel the breeze on your face.