A long afternoon dragged by without an interruption from Mephiles. Shadow had come to the conclusion that he had finally given up in trying to make him be his. He could finally be alone in his house without looking over his shoulder almost every second, and having to lock the windows and doors every night. Everything seemed to be peaceful and serene. Oh, but he was dead wrong.
Another night, no interruption. Maybe Shadow could actually get some sleep without turning on the light all the time. "Hm. Maybe he is really gone. Or.... maybe.... no! Don't like that, you idiot! He's gone and you should feel happy about it!" After having that mental argument with himself, Shadow turned off the bedside lamp and fell asleep.
All yesterday, and even today, Shadow could not get Mephiles's words out of his head. Why they stuck there so well, he didn't know. But, all he could think about was Mephiles being with him again. He didn't know why he was feeling this, but, something made him think these thoughts. These foreign thoughts. Of course, Shadow would never admit that he missed the demon, but something made him think otherwise. A deep feeling overwhelmed him inside. Something that craved the same touch Mephiles had given him many times before. Of course, he doesn't know why he's feeling these. This couldn't be love. Right? His answer was closer than he thought.
