I hugged her and as my arms made contact with her back, it didn't feel right. I shrugged it off. Later on as I stood facing her , I saw a pair of red eyes peak out at me from behind her just below her left ear through her hair. Then it hit me. It was a demon the size of a napsack with its arms lapped around her shoulders just like the straps of a backpack. It's legs also lapped around her waist, just like you would a hiking bag. But he was under her skin, literally. He peeked his head out at me because he knew I recognized his presence.
His eyes blinked a few times while she spoke, completely unaware that a demon was living under her skin clinging to her like a backpack.
Her pride keeps him there. He's fed and stays strong under her skin. She will never know he's there as he is well placed and has taught her to blame others for the weight she carries. Even now as I write this, his eyes opened knowing I'm writing about him. Her I feel the most for because she us unaware and will be for a very long time.
Backpack.
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