I'll help them gently (Pink Trigger)

Don't you both want a kiss more than anything? This fits into the story without changing their feelings at all, doesn't it? It's not so hard to imagine they'd want to share an earnest kiss... I'm sure they've thought about it on many dates before. They probably think about it every time they steal glances at one another, even when the disapproving adults are around. As such, I, the demon of love, will grant them this courtesy before the nightmare of October 5th, 1969.

For my payment, I ask only to be a part of it.

I reached forward and took the air in front of me with my lips. I caressed the back of the empty air's head with my hand and kept its non-existent gaze. Do you think I felt ridiculous, doing this? I did not. That is because, from my perspective, I saw only Shannon through her lover's eyes.

Ah... he kissed her and stroked her hair tenderly. Maybe this isn't quite the way he saw his proposal going, but it was an earnest, loving way, tainted only by the presence of a voyeur in the rose garden beside him. I didn't just see; I could feel the sensations. I was inside George's body as he expressed his love and in that way, I too expressed mine.

Now, I used George's tongue. Bold, George! I french kissed the empty air while tasting Shannon's lips. Ah, you young Japanese lovers can't conceive of the romantic techniques of the new millennium! I felt myself becoming hard and imagined, awkwardly, that George would probably be sharing my erection. It was surely a small price to pay for this level of tutoring.

As George drew back from Shannon, I could see her eyes glistening with tears and her mouth open, wanting. She wanted the kiss to go on forever. I did too, but there was one last important task. I pulled the box with its ring from George's pocket. I watched him offer it to her, with his own words. He told Shannon which finger ought to wear the ring tomorrow, if she accepted his love. That speech is a little silly now, isn't it? The two of you just kissed. You've already accepted.

I noticed Shannon's eyes widen. I then saw the glasses spin to view me, standing there with those ridiculous pink glasses on.

George probably wanted to say something about how this was supposed to be a private moment, but he was in the rose garden; if he wanted privacy, he should have tried a bedroom or maybe the storage shed. Instead, he showed me a displeased frown and asked me what I was doing here.

I told them I was a demon, here to help him obtain love.

"Did I ask for your help?" George questioned.

Well... No. But the two of you needed my guidance. I'm a demon that's seen the future. I know that you'll regret it if you don't enjoy this now, to its fullest.

"I believe we both would have preferred our first kiss to be in private."

Idiot... don't you get it? Without me, there is no first kiss! You should be thanking me! I told him all of this, growing increasingly frustrated. Why is it this ikemen bastard has to keep crossing me on every path, even when I attempt to help him?! What does he want now? An apology?!

I watched, from his viewpoint, myself, the demon, raise its gun to its own head. You're not going to graciously accept this gift? You're not going to let me skim a little off the top and enjoy being a part of your love? Very well then. But I'll return to the garden, in another fragment, and show you both the fullness of my love.

And you may find a demon's love incomprehensible.

I pulled the trigger.