It's times like this that I like to reflect.

The chill in the air barely starts to lift as the sky is still dark.

The coffee maker signals to me that it's work is done and I try to find a suitable creamer.

French Vanilla.

The taste of her lips the first time we kissed.

Lately, it seems everything reminds me of her.

The scent of creamer is carried around the apartment.

It's so quiet that I can hear her stirring.

While I stir, I note the colour change.

Black. Like her eyelashes.

Dark brown. Like her hair and her deep, deep eyes.

Light brown. Like her tanned skin.

I can feel her presence behind me now, I sense her reach for me.

The heat of her skin in contrast to the cold air make me shiver.

I can feel her lips press against my back and I'm sure my heart stopped.

It's times like this that I like to reflect.

Reflect on how a demon like me, could have been tamed so effortlessly.

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A/N: GUESS WHO'S BACK.