“It’s done,” I whispered.
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The contract burned in my pocket. Because I had finally understood: He had kept music inside me so that he could feel it, too. A demon starved for beauty. A devil lonely for a duet. “It’s done,” I whispered
For months, he visited. He taught me that the Devil doesn’t live in fire; he lives in anticipation. He would stand behind me, his chest against my spine, and hum a tune so low that it vibrated through my bones. It was the only time I didn’t feel the phantom pain. I only felt him . his chest against my spine