Cyrus couldn't believe his eyes. I was in the balcony, soft wind breezing through my dark golden locks like I've been in a movie. No romance movie, however. I was totally depressed.
And that's what he finds unbelievable.
"Ahem," My eyes turned to him as I took a sip, his clearing throat getting my attention. What was he preparing to ask me?
"I uh...maybe this isn't too bad but what's going on?" He asked, knowing how dramatic Devil's offprings can be. Sighing, I stood up.
I was still angry with him. I needed answers.
"Did you know Draevon!?" I yelled, getting into his face! Oblivion kinda masked his true expression for a second. Then in a split, SOMETHING CROSSED HIS FACE! FACADE EXPOSED!
"You bitch!!" I punched his shoulder. Normally, a human could've broken his shoulder and went flying! But my man here just got nudged.
"When did this happen? Tell me the truth or..."
UGH! I CAN'T EVEN THREATEN HIM WITH ANYTHING!
'I'll throw you outta the house!'
