Forty-two.

Devil POV.

Four damn months, it’s been four damn long months since I saw her, since I held her, is she okay! Is she safe, does she wants me too or does she hate me now, but what I know for now, is that I had to do something to contact her. I could call her phone, is she still staying I my apartment, that place rent was paid for the next year, she could stay there and I’ll be more than okay with that.

Finally deciding to do something, ever since I left home, it’s home, that’s what Elle was for me, she was home, it’s where I feel the best, the happiest, the safest, but I lost her, I lost the privilege of holding her, but I’m getting it back. I never give up, if I did, I won’t be here, I did move away, but I didn’t run away, I had to go under the radar for a bit. But I’m working, I’m plotting my coming back, and I’ll be back bitches, I’m the devil after all, and I’ll always fall on my feet.

In my hiding, I did manage to get myself a new identity, my old one was burned, I had to change