Misconception

The Angel and Her Thug

They have been close since the beginning. They would tell each other their fears, hopes, dreams, but most importantly their deepest secrets. They were inseparable. But for truly only one big reason.

She loved him.

She loved him with all her heart. She spent day after day with him. Listening to every word that spilled out of him. Listening to his heartache wishing she could fix it. Listening to his pain wishing to rid of it. Listening to his dreams wanting to help accomplish them.

Everything she did, she did for him.

She loved for him. She spoke for him. She wrote for him. She drew for him. She felt for him. She worked for him. She gave her all to him.

He thought it was just politeness. That she was just a good friend doing what good friends do. He appreciated her for that. He always said thank you and never treated her badly.

That's probably what made her fall in love with him. His kindness. She had never been shown that from a male. Her own father had tossed her away and would continue on to do it for years afterward. His kindness was new and warming to her distant heart.

They were as close as could possibly be. Always together. Even though they were both around each other for different reasons they were happy. Always laughing, always smiling, always happy.

Until they weren't.

Then came along the Broad.

He soon became mesmerized. By her laugh,and her hair, and her smile, and her eyes, and everything else. She was a prize he seemed to want.

This broke the angel.

The angel and her thug grew apart. The broad had won the affections of him and caused him to push aside the angel, which in turn caused the angel to become hateful. Especially toward the broad.

So the angel befriended the broad. She takes a smile and laughed, and played, and became close to the broad. But the broad had no idea it was an ambush. For the angel had been collecting information on the broads love life to find out that the broad had been seeing other men beside the thug. She had a whole sting of young boys some in front of them.

And the angel had noticed.

As soon as she had evidence she went straight to the thug to show him what she had found. And instead of the thug being angry and spiteful toward the broad like the angel had expected, he grew distant. He stopped talking to the broad and the angel entirely. He started to venture off on his own. Not speaking. Not listening. Just nothing.

The angel began to worry that she had destroyed her young thug. She had destroyed the very thing she loved. It broke her once more. She wondered if she could ever forgive herself.

She could not. She had decided. She would do anything she asked to try to make it right.

He noticed. And this time. He took advantage.

And they were no longer the Angel and The thug. No longer best friends. No longer close.

Instead they became an angel, and then a thug.

Alone.

Apart.

Separated.