Fallen Angel
Tears kissed her cheeks softly.. They were the only things that would kiss her cheeks. Tears were her best friend.
I watched her closely, admiring her scars.. Hating the pain she went through.. Resentment ripped through my core as I wept for my love, the fallen angel. I wept for all the times that I should have been there for her.. All the times that she desperately needed me.
I was slowly losing her.
I could no longer see her soul glowing within her eyes… I gazed upon hopelessness instead of joy and pure happiness. She smiled like everything was okay.. But I knew.. I knew her heart was slowly breaking. Her facade was a desperate attempt at keeping her bitter friend at bay.
Her once beautifully elegant wings now droop, gazing upon the gates of Hell.
I can't lose her…
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