Page 52 of Hot Girls Date Demons
Bright.
Real.
Until suddenly—I feel nothing.
No warmth.
No joy.
Like one second, he’s here, inside of my heart, my mind, my soul—I mean, I can feel him.
His happiness.
His ridiculous amount of affection.
His love.
And then—bam—nothing.
The absence hits me like a physical blow.
My chest hurts.
Actually hurts.
I rub the center of it.
The warmth that was there seconds ago just vanishes.
I stop in the middle of charting.
A strange ache forms beneath my breastbone.
It feels like a thread has suddenly been cut.
I press my hand to my chest.
What the hell?
Ten
Desmond
Traveling to Nightfall takes considerably more effort than I remember.
Not surprising.
I have been banished from my realm of birth for three hundred years.
Three hundred years of Earth.
Three hundred years of adapting to another world.
Three hundred years of convincing myself I no longer missed home.
The portal opens beneath my feet in a swirl of shadows and silver light.
And suddenly—there it is.
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