Devin's hands trembled as he picked the mobile from the floor. Nothing but his own heartbeat echoed into his ears. He closed the picture, weening that it was his mind playing tricks on him, and after he opened the picture again, he would see a different face. Yet every time he does that, his heart beats faster and faster because the sketch of a silhouette leaning against the wall was none other than him.
The Devil's Sweetheart
Urban · ainsley
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