The Devil's Lover novel Chapter 7

Mark places his head on the railway track. He hears the sound of the train coming. He didn't want to do this. But the guy who came with Trance told him to do it. He had lost control of his own body. It just moves on its own. He knows he's going to die but he can't get up. He can't even blink his eyes. He just looks at the train as it gets bigger and bigger in his view. He can feel his heart is beating faster. There's no stopping to it. He can't even close his eyes as the train runs over his head.

... Mark is dead.

~1 year and 7 months prior~

Trance was pushed back to the wall. Mark gives him another punch to the face. Trance can't even see it coming as his glasses had already fallen to the floor. Mark only laughs as Trance also falls down to the floor. "You know. I hate faggots like you..." Mark said and kicks Trance hard on the stomach. He then looks at Trance's glasses on the floor and steps on it until the glass breaks. He laughs again and left Trance lying there wounded and unattended to.

Trance wakes up and gets up from the bed slowly. It's 9 p.m. He is still at William's house. He must head home. He had been coming home late every day that his parents had started questioning him and they are worried about him. He never answered them where he went and what he did. Every time, he just walked like he could not hear them into his room. They all think that he's still in his post-traumatic state. They didn't know that he just didn't care. He couldn't care. How can he? He has no soul to begin with.

It's good that William is keeping his soul anyway. He does not think he can handle it if he has his soul with him. He'll definitely be broken and gone mad. He puts his clothes on. "Leaving?" he heard William asked him out of nowhere.

"Yes," he simply answered.

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