Chapter 18

• The next day, I was swinging my legs while sitting on the couch in the library because I am alone in the house and the devil has gone to work. His absence feels like a reprieve from chaos, A short-lived freedom to me.
• After reading, I leaned back and closed my eyes and remembered him consoling me for the nightmare and later intimidating me about it. I just don't understand him. Why does he pity me? Why does he show little gestures that made me feel like he cares? When there isn't any love then why does he refrain himself? There's no need for him to confine himself.
• He doesn’t have to make things so complicated.