Page 62 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Madame grabs my hand.

“Wait—”

But I can't wait.

I can’t stop.

I can't breathe.

Desmond.

My beautiful Desmond.

Gone?

Dead?

After waiting three hundred years?

After finding me?

No.

No!

It’s so unfair.

I start to run.

Out of the room.

Past the nurses' station.

Ignoring people calling my name.

Ignoring Abigail shouting after me.

Tears and sobs rack my body.

I don't even remember getting into a cab.

I barely remember giving the driver the address.

All I know is pain.

Pain so enormous it feels impossible.

How can this hurt so much?

I've known him one day.

One day.

But somehow… somehow he became my everything.

The house appears through my tears.

And before I even reach the door—it opens.