Romantic Flow

Perhaps he was a devil.

A devil who constantly tempted her to sell her soul, promising to give her everything she desired.

“Why don’t you stop playing hard to get? You’re going to sign anyway, so let’s stop wasting each other’s energy.

You need money enough to consider marrying a man you don’t even like, don’t you?”

To escape the mire she could never flee on her own, she took the hand of this devilish man.

Without knowing it was simply the beginning of a different hell.

“Stay by my side and keep crying and begging for me to save you like this.

Who knows? Maybe I still have a shred of mercy left in me.”

She felt like a moth diving into the flames, knowing it was hellfire.

Regardless of her will, her heart had begun to race, sinking deeper into a bottomless quagmire.

“Even hell has its own varieties.”

Who was he?

An angel, or a devil?

Was the hand reached out to her salvation, or a curse?

“If my mood feels fckng shitty, I don’t do deals.”

And was the name of this terrible relationship fate, or a nightmare?