A wide smile appeared on my sun-kissed face as I move forward, walking the familiar path I knew like the back of my hand. As I walk the same old road, the beautiful orange sun slowly sets, creating a beautiful array of colours in the sky. Some say it's the most beautiful scene in the earth but nothing can compare to the beauty of my angel.
I heard her before I saw her. I followed the sound of her soft footings, I didn't know my smile could get even wider as my pace quickened; excited to see my beautiful angel. Alas, I reached her. The moonlight slowly crept through her window, highlighting every part of her body slowly for me to adore yet again. Her hands swayed gracefully even more graceful than a swan. Her stance so perfect even a professional dancer would get jealous. Her silky black hair that I imagine every night running my hands through. Her long slender legs that makes my mind go wild. Her small button nose so cute I wanna bite it. Her pink plum lips that had formed the most beautiful smile I've seen but her eyes were always closed. As she danced the familiar song every night not once has I seen her eyes. Anticipation fills my veins as I patiently wait if tonight I would be lucky.
As the sun slowly rose up through the mountains, I knew my luck ran out again. I slowly walked away from my angel, never wanting to leave her side. As I glance at her for the last time, my eyes held sadness as I silently bid her goodbye; promising to come back again.
The time is yet again has come for me to see my angel. As I follow my routine, I started asking myself "Will I ever see my angels' eyes?". The answer is not for me to decide but my angel's. Until then I can only wait until the day she had decided I could see her eyes. But how long should I wait? Will I see her eyes before I die?
I marvelled at the beauty of my angel yet again. Every elegant step she took. Slowly and gracefully dancing to the beat of the song but I didn't miss the fact that she's dancing towards me. My heart hammers wildly as if any second it would burst out of my chest. I felt the whole zoo in my tummy and not just butterflies. Frozen with excitement I waited. She twirls, 5 more steps. Moving gracefully, 4 more steps. I can now see her better, 3 more steps. Her beauty is nothing like I have seen from afar, 2 more steps. She's mesmerizing, alluring, magnificent, one of a kind, I could go on and on but nothing can describe my angel's beauty, 1 more step. I can hear her soft breathing as she now stands in front of me. Slowly, she moved her head towards my own. Now eye to eye, my angel opened her eyes. My wish has been granted but her eyes were nothing like I imagined. Frozen from happiness I would've noticed it if I didn't take too long looking at my angel's eyes. I would've noticed it if I wasn't naïve. I would've noticed If I wasn't so captivated by her. I would've noticed the bloodlust on her beautiful red eyes and the wicked smirk on her soft plum lips. I would've noticed the silver blade that she's holding. The same silver dagger she used to stab me in my heart.
As I lay there, heartbroken and drowning on my own pool of blood, I was pulled out of my made up world and was pulled back to the harsh reality but I was too late. Too late to know I was too intoxicated by her beauty to remember that I'm a warden guarding a prisoner and my beautiful angel is a serial killer.
