Always

Always

Flipping through his sister's notebook he found on the floor, eyes scanning over the weird scribbles over maps and chats with what he presumed to be other demons. Minhyuk knocks on Melanie's door, not moving his eyes from the pages. When she didn't answer, he decided to let himself in. The door creaking open in the slightly rusted hinges.

"Mel? Hey, I found your book. What is all this about?" He spoke to the quiet room. He glanced up and now scanned over the teal walls decorated with pictures of her family. Most of Samuel and her than him. He scoffs under his breath. Looking to the rest of the room, he didn't see her; bed still made and neat save for an outfit thrown onto the sheets for later. He decided to check the connecting bathroom. Opening that door, he was just in time to see Melanie yanking off her necklace once again.

Panic immediately ran through his mind. Dropping the book, he rushed to her side and caught her before she hit the yellow titled floor. Melanie gasped for air as he held her. He didnt know what to do. He only knew that she would come back. She always did. It was a sick thing her grandfather did to her, but at least the scene never lasted long. Yet, she had no idea. This wasn't the same Melanie from the first time. Her mismatched eyes were filled with fear as she felt her body giving up on her. Minhyuk only smiled solemnly and hugged her.

"It'll be okay. I'll wait for you again, okay? You'll be back, just close your eyes..." He let out a shaky sigh as he felt her body turn to dust, dropping into a sand pile in front of him. He wiped a tear that threatened to leave his eyes. He may have seen this probably ten times already but it never got easier.

Almost by muscle memory, the Korean boy swept up what remained of his older sister and carefully placed the sand in a bottle. He set the old, glass Coke Bottle on the shelf lined with nine other bottles. The house has decided that each Melanie deserved to be remembered. It was Minhyuk that decided to hold them in her favorite drink.

Walking out of the room with the odd journal, he made his way to Lucifer. That's where she always came back to.

Always.

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Brain: WANT WRITE

me: okay what do we write?

Brain: NO IDEA ONLY WRITE

me: i need something to write about, brain. How about the fanfic

Brain: NO

me: ooookay, something about the ocs then?

Brain: NO

me: then what?

Brain: ....WANT WRITE

And Forever

AJ hissed at the sunlight at suddenly washed itself into her room. Hiding in the blankets to shield her sun deprived body. The light illuminated the bowls of halfeaten noodles and takeout boxes scattered around her bed. The floor was clear of clothes as she hadn't changed since both of her boys left her in the same day. She had hid herself in her room for about a week, unable to mske herself leave her room.

Minhyuk, who had stormed into his mothers room and ripped open the blinds, watched his mother thrive in the shock of morning. With his arms folded he walked up to his defeated mom. "Eomma, you need to get up. Fuck off with the depression and sit up." His voice faltered a bit with the sterness he used, as he was generally a quiet introvert. Glad his mom was too catatonic to reprimand him for his language, he stepped back as she did what he told. Her eyes squinting against the brightness, hair a mess and body pale.

"What tue fuck do you want, Min? Can't you go bug your father? Or is he too busy with Lilith?"

"Eomma, seriously. Just listen. Melanie hasn't come back."

"What do you mean 'hasnt come back'?" She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with a yawn.

"She did the thing again, I waited, she hasn't come back. Eomma, she always comes back." His voice started getting shaking with panic.

"Min, calm down, usually it takes a few hours-"

"Eomma its been almost 4 months."

AJ was suddenly shooting out of bed, clad it a pair of Hoseoks shorts and Lucifers shirt. Her eyes less depressive and now full of panic. Four months? That's way too long. Even Satan said it should take no longer than half a weeks worth. Maybe the universe ran out of copies? No, that makes no sense. What could possibly prevent her from coming back. Minhyuk studied his mom for a few seconds, watching the gears turn in her head.

"Eomma, who do we call?"

She ran her fingers through her hair as she paced her room. "Um.. Lucifer, I guess? But we aren't really speaking right now-"

"Eomma."

"Ugh. Fine. I can't guarantee that he'll answer me though..." Not even bothering to make herself look more presentable, she calls out to him. Part of her hoping he ignored her, the other half wanting him back.

Samuel: everyone is gonna die

Melanie: OF FUN

I want

To write

But i have no ideas

Aaaaaaaaaah