"Did you make it snow?" I asked as I lay on Sam's bare chest.
"Yes. I think it was at that moment when I realized I couldn't fight whatever it is that I'm feeling. I realized that I was done for."
A smile made its way onto my face, "That's why you were acting so strange? You were confused."
"I still am, I still don't understand what exactly it is that I'm feeling," he began running a hand through my hair, "The only thing that I know is that I don't want to stop feeling it."
I used my index finger to trace circles on his chest, "I want to try and make sense of all of this, but it's hard, you know? I have so many questions and I'm trying my best not to freak out."
"I think that's normal. I'm pretty scary to look at and you weren't supposed to see that so soon."
"Demons, in general, ar
