Every time when I cry, I go to the border when I’m not supposed to or allowed to but I don’t care, I just wanna get away from the people who hurt me. This time when I went to the border, I met a demon named Damon, they were so nice and it was really nice to talk to someone that won’t judge you based on your looks. We told each other our names and chatted about a lot of things until the end of the day when we had to go back home and I felt like everyday from that day we will meet each other there and chat and become friends, he was my first friend ever and I was happy to the point where I really wanted to cry. 

  When me and him smiled a bit, it gave me hope. Everyday me and him met at the border and chatted and it would always brighten up my day and the more we met at the border, we gotten closer and started hugging each other and comforting each other when one of us is at our worse and I am really happy to find someone like him. 

  As the days go on and on we started hanging out with each other sneaky like and in secret and now in adulthood we can hang out many times as we want without having anyone to tell us we aren’t allowed too. We occasionally take days off from work to hang out with each other and or one of us play as the other one at their job and do it for them if they are either tired, sick or just not feeling it for a personal reason. I can be myself around him and he calls me Fluffy because of my hair and wings, it makes me happy to have a nickname and he has grown protective over me like a father protecting there child except we are besties. I would do anything to see him smile and happy, he deserves happiness and hugs. 

  I wish someday I can show him my scars and bruises under all my makeup I have.