Perfection

13 2 0
                                    

She was like a gentle breeze in the midst of a raging storm, a ray of sunshine in the darkest of nights. Her delicate nature clashed with my ruthless ways, yet she made me feel alive in every way. Even amidst the chaos and destruction that surrounded me in this life, she remains the only memory that brings me peace. To love her was to become human again, to forget all the pain and suffering that came with being the man that I was.

She moved with grace, spoke with honey, and burned like fire. She was the embodiment of perfection, her very presence captivated my soul. I thought I was heartless, but she proved me wrong - her touch ignited a flame deep within me that no darkness could extinguish. If every star in the sky loved her, they would only shine a fraction compared to the intensity of my love for her.

The greatest tragedy in my life was not the act of losing her, but the fact that I wasn't there to save her. I was blinded by my own arrogance and now I'm left with nothing but my own regrets and the memories of what could have been.

Ángel Oscuro's Redemption Where stories live. Discover now