Yesterday week

-1 Day later

I remember that week like a playthrough, the boss had assigned me to a human in particular. I hated doing those kinds of assignments, but I can't say no to the guys upstairs so I went on with it.

I started shadowing the human, I messed up the little things in his life like "accidentally" throwing hot coffee on his crush, or flinging his phone to the wall making it shatter, just the little things.

I think that's around the time I found out that he was an indie game developer, he was working on his second game.

So of course me being curious played the first game he made, it was great it made me happy that he was going to make another one.

I think that's around the time I started disobeying orders.

Instead of me doing the things I would, I slowed down and that's what made my boss mad.

So I started messing with the humans game he was working on, I'd occasionally mess with his code, but instead of him getting mad he'd take it as a challenge.

And that's when I started noticing how he would overwork himself. Days and days on end hardly even getting a few hours of sleep, he'd stay up coding and working on his game.

So I came up with a plan.

I made him collapse.

That made my boss happy with me, but that wasn't what I was aiming for.

Right?

I was taking a gamble on the human's mental state, the gamble was of high risk.

He could wake up in the hospital and realize how much he's been working and try to better himself, or he could take it the wrong way and motivate himself to do harder and assume that his collapsing was nearly a bump in the road, that could result in death or an even worse mental state and that's what my boss thought I was trying to do, but he didn't know the human as I did.

Right?

That's what I told myself, all day.

Anxiously waiting for him to wake up.

I didn't know how to feel, was I happy with what I did?

No way, right?

I'm different from the rest of them.

Right?

I did this for the human, not for myself?

I questioned myself all day.

And then as if time stopped.

The human's eyes started fluttering open.

I've seen a devil rage but this moment will always remain the scariest moment in my life.

I mustered up the courage to look him in the face not knowing what his reaction would be.

And as if he was waiting for me to look at him

He made eye contact with me.

And he smiled.

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Now I'm awake

Wide awake.

Breathing as if I just ran a mile.

laying in a puddle of my own sweat.

Crying.

That memory always hurt.

But the smile hurts the most.

After letting the tears dry up I finally decide to get up, looking at the time its 8:30 and I have to go to college today, I grab some clothes from my dresser and trudge my way to my bathroom.

Looking in the mirror.

I look like crap.

My eyes are puffy from crying, my hair is gross from the sweat not to mention I stink now.

I sigh as I head towards the shower.

--15 minutes later.

I wrap my towel around my waist and walk towards the mirror I grab the blow dryer and blow dry my hair after my hair is done I move on to my face I clean it with micellar water then I put on some moisturizer, a serum, and then tinted some sunscreen.

After drying off my body all the way I relax my shoulders as my wings retract back into me, then I put on some clothes, brush my hair and now I'm ready for college.

I hope Lillian isn't there.