27 - The Devil Himself

~Godrey’s Point of View~

My sweet Sunny came to me, she wanted to talk to me. My dead heart couldn’t take it. Hearing her voice, that’s not really her voice, just kills me. But I was desperate and grateful to have her willing, trying to even look at me. I’d never felt more pathetic.

But I had to put that aside, she was trying. If I could at least get her to not fear me, that would be a positive thing. I had to try, but I was terrified I’d push her too far.

I assured her that I would never hurt her, and the woman in my office was my sister. She didn’t believe me since by human standards Diana looks half my age and nothing like me, but I couldn’t very well let her think I had a female caller in there.

These weeks without my Sunny, without loving her were torture. A few nights ago I had a moment of weakness and almost thought about walking into the sun and ending it all. I can’t live without her, knowing she’s right there and I can’t have her. Knowing that we had only two short years of b