Do you remember the nights we stayed up because you couldn't deal with your insecurities? I found mine amongst yours, and tapped into them like they were a part of me since eternity, for eternity.
The clock turned 3, and Emily Rose flashed before me. Terrified, I messaged, "I think I should sleep. It's 3."
"It's the hour of the devil."
"There is nothing like the devil."
And that was the last text for the night.
I was awake, tonight, and the sound of silence couldn't be louder than this. I could hear silence in the lost conversations, and the unanswered phone calls, the unopened letters, and the hollow expressions. The grandfather clock rang 3, and I looked into the mirror beside my bed.
My face was hot, and eyes were red.
There is no such thing as the Devil.