Tearing Paper

His Wingless Angel

Broken down like a mirror smashed to pieces

You learned the hard way to shut your mouth and smile

"You're finally back. How's today? I've prepared dinner," Dianne smiled as Lucio entered their living room, landing his body on the couch.

Lucio stared at her and wondered how she could keep her cool all the time. No matter how late he came home, she was always there, waiting, greeting him with her sweet smile as if their life was complete. But he always came home grumbling, cursing at the bosses that rejected him to work for them, throwing profane words at his father who kicked him away so easily without thinking how he could live alone, jobless.

He never understood why he chose Dianne over the riches and luxury his family could give him.

He never understood, either, why regret never crept into his heart as their situation got worse with each passing day.

He somehow always believed that they would go through this together.

"I'll skip. I'm too tired. I mean doesn't anybody in this town have even a bit of mercy? We're dying, Dianne!"

But again, the monster in him had blinded him from everything he loved about her. Exposing him to the roughness of their life now-making Dianne a plain piece of paper for him to express all his wrath and stress on.

She somehow kept him together-but he destroyed her.

"Lucio, you should eat first. At least eat with me?" Dianne pleaded without a trace of anger in her voice. She did not need to tell him, but he knew she would never eat ahead of him. She looked weaker each day-he wanted to go back to the start and fix her, but he couldn't.

"Why don't you-come over here. I need you," Lucio sighed and pulled Dianne close to him, and as soon as their bodies were tangled, he ran his hand down her back and unzipped her pastel dress.

"Lucio-I-I can't. Not tonight. I really don't think we should-"

"Dianne, how could you? I need this," Lucio whispered to her ear, and he knew she would finally agree. She never had the heart to let him down-she was an angel. And yet so unknowingly, he destroyed every spark of magic that was within her.

They were broken.

He broke them.

He should have known that not even the highest angels would have the strength to stay with him forever.

If these walls could talk they would have so much to say

'cause every time you fight the scars are gonna heal

but they're never gonna go away