I know I’d said goodbye, but I’ve come back just to see if he’d written something in the book: to see if he hated me for what I’d done. His book is in its usual location, this time it’s open, however. He left a pen on top of it, uncapped, as if… for me?

I quietly lifted the pen and book to find he’d began writing on a new page.

“I knew you were real! You don’t have to go. I didn’t know the nightmares were an accident. If you’d been so interested in me, why didn’t you just say something? Haha! I suppose that’s not how demons work… IF YOU ARE A DEMON! I don’t want to just assume that. Well, clearly you can write. Can you speak? Are there some special rules to this? I… kinda really wanna talk to you. So you better come back!

And in case you are back, I guess… what do you like? Where are you from? What do you look like? Well… I guess all these types of questions are better left for talking and I guess seeing you but I’m not sure if this is like a ‘Poltergeist’ thing and I can’t see you. Hmm, talking to a ghost/demon/whatever through a notebook, this is crazy…”

His message is bringing me to tears. This human… He has me smiling at just his written words. At times I even had to stifle my laughter as not to wake him. What is this feeling inside my chest? I can’t stop smiling. Looking at him is making my heart swell.

I spent the rest of the night thinking about and writing my response. I told him that I come from a different place, that I’m not necessarily a demon but I look like what he might think of as a demon. I told him that I can talk but if he sees me: I’m sent back. I then drew a sketch of myself. I, of course, included the long, semi-’s’ shaped horns and my tail. I don’t want him to have a false pretense of my appearance. If he didn’t like it then he could tell me to leave.

I’m really nervous about tomorrow.