The Fallen Angel

Chapter 6

The garden of innocence that Gabriel and I had cultivated together became strewn with thorns.
Our bond, as firm as the roots of a sturdy tree, now began to falter under the weight of the deception, as the sense of guilt invaded me so much that I detached myself from him.
I decided to talk to you about it and told you, but you said I shouldn't have.
This hurt me. You didn't want to do the same and leave everything for me.
But I had to do it.

I went to Gabriel that same afternoon and decided to tell him everything, from the beginning, without hiding anything from him, he didn't deserve it, even if he didn't even deserve what i did.
His gaze, once clear as a spring, was now clouded with sadness.
In a waltz without melody, I danced with the error, among the withered petals of our garden, and watched it stand still while suddenly everything around us went dark.
Oh, my wounded angel.
The sound of his crying still echoes in my head like an echo of repentance, like the punishment of my circle of hell.
I was left alone thinking about what I had done and how I could have done it.
What made me fall in love with you was your way of being close to me while maintaining a physical distance. You respected me.
Now something had changed and even though I knew what, I couldn't explain why there was so much change in me.
After all, that's what I wanted, right?
Fall into your arms and make me twirl to the rhythm of entrancing music.
Instead now I felt as if I had been violated for the umpteenth time, as if all that love had vanished.
There was nothing left of me.
There was nothing left of you, except the memory that I keep inside me.
But I still wait for you.