How Demons Are Made
Contrary to what most people believe, it seldom starts with ‘hello’. At a party in Austin’s apartment, soft music plays in the background, it’s not your usual 23 year old turn up. The light is dim but not too dim that you can’t see a few feet ahead of you. Some of the drinks are alcoholic but not too alcoholic that you can’t walk straight-no one’s going to be drinking that much anyway, because the guests are all more or less Christian. So are you, and so is she, and she smiles slightly when she notices you’re approaching her, she’s drinking a can of Malt, her guard isn’t entirely up because she’s comfortable. You strike up a conversation, and maybe it was a ‘hey’ or ‘how do you like the party’, you can’t remember, but you’re certain, it wasn’t ‘hello’. Months-a few choice texts, in the nick of time calls, and three splendid outings later- you two realize you enjoy each other’s company more than most others. You hold hands, are able to unlock old bitter memories and invite each ot