Once upon a time, there was a beautiful angel. Bright as the sun and colourful as a rainbow. He was always feeling alive and and never lost his smile. But one day he got lost. He fell from heaven. He fell in a place he didn't belong to.
That was the begging of end or the end of the begging?
It was none of them actually.
It was like an unpredictable explosion.
They stole his wings and his heart like it was something unworthy.
They used him, abused him, raped his soul, they made him cry, they teared him apart, they pushed him down and kept him in the dark.
He was broken. He was lost. He was done and the sad fact is that no one cared for that.
He was screaming but no one was there to listen.
The couldn't handle their guilts so they left him alone.
He needed help and needed it now.
He was drowning in the darkness they put him in. He felt death coming over and wave at him. He welcomed him by waving back.
He smiled after a long time. There was hope in his sparkling eyes.
He said "Hello, I was waiting for you." And looked at him.
Death looked at him full of curiosity and couldn't do otherwise but ask" Why do you wanna die so much? Everyone would do anything to live".
The angel laughed and answered
"I played the game called life. I played and I lost. I lost everything and now I have nothing left. No tears, laughters, not even a soul.
I don't feel empty, I am. I am not able to feel anymore. And death isn't for the weak.
It is for those who have faith.
Those who have fell and fate pushed them down.
It is for those who believe they will be reborn.
And I, I am one of those."
