Heavy Is The Crown

It had been a week.

 

Seven days since the tether I had created wrapped itself around the entire western hemisphere. Seven days since the last kiss, the last confession, the last moment of warmth. Seven days since I felt like I could breathe. Seven days since I was anything more than the Devil.

 

But if I thought it was shitty being the Devil in charge of Hell, being the Balance on Earth was so much worse. It really was no wonder I ran away from the throne and the crown. Hell, I'm tempted to do it again right now.

 

For the first time in a while, I felt like I was made of glass… and now I was breaking.