Halloween Special: Therapy for the Wicked PrologueTherapy for the Wicked.PrologueA handsome devil with long locks of white hair and bright silver eyes stared up at his friend’s “house”. He fidgeted a bit, pulling his cloak over his eyes as the sun beamed down on him—he really hated the smell of his own skin burning. His friend said that he had a cure for his Vampirism; something that would make his symptoms a lot more manageable. He sighed and hurried onto the outdoor porch, glancing over at the slowly swinging bench as he rang the doorbell. Thankfully, the sun was going to set soon. He clicked his fangs as he heard a loud “shit—coming!!” from inside the home. A young man around his age with large, circular glasses and a light grey beanie opened the door. Small bits of brown hair spilled from under the woven hat, and he had a nervous tick where he couldn’t quite look the vampire in his eyes. “Simon,” the vampire gree
reciprocate.I could not fathom the end of this storm,Until you catch up to me.You stride by my side, matching me step for step.The sun rises when you shield me from the rain.Our smiles are the rays that pierce the fog.Intangible is this glee that I may share with you for eternity.What was once daunting and deemed impossible,We achieved as a team.We are the light house, powered by the sun in our souls.And as we carry on throughout the overcast day,We welcome others under our umbrella.