The Fallen Angel

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In this vortex of entropy that is life, destiny has led our invisible threads towards each other, in places where chaos becomes art and disorder is the order of the day.
Vortice..this is how I have always lived my love for you.
You took me into the flames of hell, where you made my heart ignite with a forbidden love.
I'm sure you made damned souls cry to force me under an umbrella with you.
It was November which explained the heavy, cold rain, freezing my bones, unaware of the heat that was about to envelop me.
Your long hair appeared in front of me, and I was enchanted by it, noticing shortly after an angelic face darkened by pride.
<<need it?>> you said, bringing your hand that was holding the open umbrella closer.
It was at that moment that I stopped to look at your eyes, perhaps for too long, but at least you had asked me a question so my silence seemed like I was waiting for an answer to give you.
That intense blue almost made me dig deep into your soul, for how this made your eyes clear.
I don't know what was going through my head, accepting the courtesy of a complete stranger?.
Maybe it was the school environment that reassured me, or maybe it was because I made myself feel, with your appearance, that I was crossing the border between the human and the divine.
The voices I had been hearing lately disappeared the moment I started walking with you, and I began to believe that coming with you was the right choice. Maybe you had something for me.

I don't even know what you were doing there, that's why I selfishly thought you were really there for me.
A side of me I had never seen was coming out, someone who falls in love for a simple gesture, which however wasn't simple.
After taking my notebook you didn't leave me alone, but we talked like I'd never talked to anyone before.
Your intelligence prevented me from understanding why you were so full of yourself, but at the same time I could understand why your only existence made you so great, even in my eyes which had seen everything and no longer found anything exciting.
The rain continued to fall but it didn't stop us from talking and talking while sitting under the subway stop, which never arrived.
But when unfortunately the time came, I had to leave you behind me, with that rain coming down and now making your hair wet because you left the umbrella to me.
The doors closed and so my eyes.
Once they opened you were no longer there and I was on my way home.
That evening it was difficult to sleep, I didn't even eat.
I didn't even answer Gabriel or Anne's calls... I couldn't get over the experience I had and I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever see you again, if I would ever hear your lips speak again.