The Fallen Angel

Chapter 5

That night ended in a storm and a hurricane passed through my heart.
The border we had crossed long ago did not allow us to go back, which is why I went even further. I always wanted more.
After all, everyone has their own addiction in life, each of us is stuck in something that allows us to live a less miserable life, becoming miserable ourselves.
To survive the hell that is life, I had to really go into it, with you.
I have experienced sin on my skin and for this reason I am now part of life.

I woke up in the morning when a wisp of light illuminated the red and white walls of my room. Another thread illuminated your face, and even though they were closed, I could see the color of your eyes.
I got closer to you and heard your heartbeat, even though I was starting to think you were suppressing it.
I felt as if your heart was going to the rhythm of a melody, and I began to sing it.
You woke up because of my voice and asked me to continue because I reminded you of the singing of the angels.
I think that the singing of angels can only be heard at night, only those who manage to look at the stars with different eyes than usual. You don't look at the stars like you do with a screen.
I heard the stars, I heard the music of the stars.

You belong to the sky, I know it because your blue eyes lit up when I recreated the singing of the stars with my voice. You recognize yourself in that but it is now something that can no longer belong to you.
Who knows if you think he deserves love, who knows what fragile angel hides behind the ego of a hunter.
And speaking of angels, that morning I couldn't help but i thought of Gabriel and what I was doing behind his back, winged with white wings
I never thought I would be able to desecrate such purity, and yet it happened.
But this attracted you as a lover of the limbo of passion, you lived by that and perhaps it was your only real flaw.