“Please, no, not here.”
“This is where it all started, isn’t it? “Oh God! It wasn’t just simple enjoyment or happiness he was feeling. Tell me what happened here. This was not some conquest or achievement. She at last arrived at her favorite café, the same place she and Xavier used to come for coffee back during their school days. She was back in Ireland, staring at the crap-shack that had once been her home. Xavier caught her before she could hit the ground and sat her down on the steps of the school entrance. It was too soft for her to hear, but she knew he was chuckling. We’re going to be late for our next class!”
Her face then became red with embarrassment and she covered her mouth. Swearing was still something new to her. He stopped for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling. He had returned to Hell, but would he stay there forever? Inside, all the students were cowering on the floor while their seats burned with black flames.
