~The Demon chose for the Angel~

With tears in my eyes, the only tears I'd ever shed, I grabbed the knife with my right hand. I brought it to line up with my chest and griped it with both hands, preparing. "I love you my Demon" I whispered as I shoved the knife in my chest, falling over onto my side, expecting to feel pain... But I felt nothing. If anything I felt better, like I was being lifted, like a weight was being taken off my shoulders