Satan. I Hoped For You To Be Mine

                                    

                                          
A/n: This is not happy end for (y/n)

                          

(Y/n)
                          
There he was. Satan. The avatar of wrath. My biggest RAD crush. Seeing him everytime my heart skip a beat. It was beating wild agaisnt my ribcage. And even now. It was loudly beating. Screaming at me.
                          
I loved him. I loved him alot.
                          
But he chosed someone else..
                          
I still rememeber the day i confessed. Its haunting me. My living nightmare. 
                          
Of who i can never get ride of.
                          
"Hey Satan!" i shouted while running over him. 
                          
"Yes (y/n)? Is everything alraight?"
                          
My heart started beating wildly. I couldnt wait to tell him my feelings. Everyone said that he liked me back.
                          
And that gave me confidence to finnaly confess.
                          
I was breathless as i been chasing him for hours now. And now finnaly i managed to stop him. I was never good with love words. With sweet stuff. So i decided to say thoses 3 words. 
                          
"I love you"
                          
I could see that i tok him by suprise. Everyone said that he liked me back. That he returned my feelings. But somehow the look on his face made my stomach drop. And whats worst was. Whats came next.
                          
"Baby! Who's this? The exchange human?" a beautifull and smart looking demon woman runned over. I could see it. 
                          
Hickeys. All over her neck. Going down to her chest. Handprints around her neck. From being chocked. 
                          
"Satan, Mammon wanted to see you later" lowering my head down i started to walk away. When i was out of they eye sight i runned as fast as i could back to house of Lamentation.
                          
There i was now. Sitting on bench. Eating m favorite food while watching Satan feed his girlfriend. The sadness and jelousy where kicking in. I looked at my food befoure trowing it out.
                          
I just wished that...my hopes would never been gotten up...
                          
Third pov
                          
As (y/n) walked away Satan looked after her. True to be told he liked (y/n) but the feelings wasnt as strong as he had for his girlfriend. Besides he liked (y/n) more as friend. Than a lover.
                          
She was his bestfriend. At first he thought he had feelings. But they werent real.
                          
"Im sorry (y/n)" he whispered quitly to himsel befoure his girlfriend fed him again.