Iblis peered out over the balcony, his eyes taking in the bright colours squeezing through clouds. It had been an hour for he had arrived at his home and Nothing felt normal; like it used to feel before, even his own home seemed to swallow him whole. He felt a stranger in his own body. A never-ending debate was going on in between his mind and heart, making it impossible for him to comprehend what had happened a few hours back.
Was she there? In front of him? Holding on to him? Was he hallucinating or was it real? Had he gone mad? Was this woman too much for him to handle? What in the world happening to him?
He was sure it was her! Yes, she was there. He had touched her, felt her. She was talking, grunting, whining in his arms. It was no dream. It was a reality. She was real, as real as
