Where demons hide
Would you recognize evil, if it was right in front of you?
If it stared back at you, meeting your eyes with the very core of its existence?
„Who said demons were evil“, my witch reminds me, and her voice made me wait for a giggling that in the light of today‘s mood did never come.
What could make a witch stop giggling, you might wonder.
„Demons overcome you when you‘re not watching out for a second“, my witch continues as raining starts to fall heavily against the window next to my bed. „And then they do things that tear your world apart.“
„Are demons actions or people?“, I ask as I once again fall in love with the sound of rain.
Now my witch laughs.
This makes her laugh?
The expression in her eyes however makes me realize what she is thinking of.
She is thinking about the boy with the biggest heart she ever knew, who lost control and disappeared.
She is thinking about the person collecting lost ones in the shadows, so that he could spread pain
unnoticed.
She is thinking about giving her heart to a dangerous stranger outside the city walls.
„Demons can‘t do things on their own, remember?“, my witch goes on, as thunder is howling in the distance. „They need someone to turn their deeds into reality.“
To pick up the cookie.
To enjoy the taste with the lips they themselves don‘t have.
I did remember.
„Is it our fault?“, I want to know, and suddenly remember how much I have always loved the smell of rain.
My witch is thinking. „Who‘s fault is it that people are broken enough to give into them?“, she finally asks, and I stand up hastily.
Before she could say another word, I run out into the rain.
I crossed one empty street and stand out on a field, the rain and the wind everywhere, as the rapeseed fields withstand the storm and the thunder is howling closer.
„Do you also think that two broken people can‘t ever be together?“, I ask my witch, who I know is right behind me.
„I did not say that“, she responds.
But I have to think of the boy with the curly hair, who was so reluctantly liked by me, who in his mind had a broken heart.
„You were trying to hide it“, my witch knows. „But he was always running from it.“
„I found a note in an old diary the other day“, I tell her, as there was lightning at the horizon. „About how he told me over a beer that people we like when we are broken are never good. And I wondered back then, how things were ever supposed to get better.“
Had he met demons?
Did he know where demons hide?
„Maybe those words were not even his, but whispered to him in his darkest moment“, Layla suggests.
It‘s tough to see where demons hide.
But two girls sitting together on an open field in a storm makes magic more real.
Mistress witch writes 