Never Going Home

They told me the devil can't fall in love.

001.
I must be dreaming, it must be the pain killers or the steady stream oxygen or something.
002.
Soon enough, three empty looking ghosts wandered into the room, carrying trays of food. They were all looking at me, longingly.
003.
"Temptation," he smirked and wandered back off to his desk and shuffled through all the paper work that was piled on it.
004.
It was a call from a hospital saying Franklin Iero, his boyfriend, was dead.
005.
The devil didn’t get upset over something stupid like that, right?
006.
Some of it might have been blood, but I couldn’t see
007.
My hands slowly ran over his shoulders and around his neck. He pulled away. “Go away, Frank,” he growled.
008.
I went back to playing the guitar as he got progressively more drunk.
009.
"You're not going anywhere, Frank. I don't care if you beg, I'm not letting you out of my sight again."
010.
I began shaking my head. "He hates me, but he won't let me leave."