The next morning it felt like I was living a dream, I couldn't distinguish between reality and fiction... yes, that's how you always made me feel.
I went to university with the hope of finding answers to my doubts, after all if you were there it meant that you were a student too and therefore I would find you again.
I looked for you in all the boys' faces but I never saw yours.
In class I was distracted, I felt guilty for the way I thought of you, I had only loved Gabriel, and now what was this emotion? What did it mean to look for you?
I kept hearing a voice calling me and now I recognized it as yours, so I wondered what you was.
If on one hand I had Gabriel on the other I had you, Damien, my dark soul that invaded my mind.
If you remember, I saw you again, only two weeks later, when I had gotten over it and wasn't looking for you anymore.
The evening before seeing you again, I was with Gabriel and we spent one of the most beautiful and intimate evenings we had ever spent together.
He had pink lips and they always tasted good, as if he had just eaten a good dessert.
A thought about you crossed my mind for a moment, I thought that I wasn't interested in anything except Gabriel, because was him who made me happy with his angelic smile.
When I met you the next day, I remained with that thought.
You came to meet me and you asked me if I could stay with you for a while, but I couldn't stay, after all,why stay with someone who made me damned looking for him?
But I didn't yet know that this someone would really do me damned a short time later.
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The Fallen Angel
PoetryWhat if one day someone had received an act of love and thought they had an angel in front of them? What if one day someone had received an evil and thought they had known a demon? What if these weren't just ordinary people? - a girl, bored by the m...
