He looked down at me with a sinister smile covering his face. My heart was aching more and more every step he took towards me, constricting my throat. By the time he was crouched next to me, my breathing had faltered. I could smell the blood dripping from the corner of my head, my fifth taste of his 'love' this week. I could feel my heart hammering in every part of my body, my mind. He smiled at me, reaching a hand out to touch my cheek.
I flinched at the contact of his cold touch. Suddenly, the smile he had previously worn turned into the malicious sneer I knew all too well. He drew his hand back, making me cower in the dark corner, my second home. His strike hit my cheek and the familiar sting of abrupt contact forced it's way into my small body.
"Forgive me, Angel" He said. It was a statement, not a question. But I humored him, nodding enthusiastically. He knew I would never strike back, or run. I couldn't leave him. Because if you broke through the shell of hate, I loved him more than anything your imagination could conclude. With one last smile, he turned and left the room, the clicking of locks apparent from the outside. I chuckled humorlessly. I was pathetic. Hiding in a corner from the one man I promised to love forever, who promised to protect me, not put me in danger. I could forgive him again and again, but the journey to forgiveness was always the same.
I walked to the window of our fifth story flat, feeling the sharp pain of my breaking heart increaes every step of the way. On the opening of the window, I marvelled at the smell of outdoors. I hadn't been outside in over three months. The dark shadow of my silhouette was masked by the compete darkness of the balcony. The city lights illuminated the horizon, as if telling me there was a better chance for me out there. I knew this too.
I could feel the wind pressing against my pores, offering me a sense of comfort. I smiled and climbed to the balcony edge. Nothing could stop me when I could practically see the world begging me to shed the skin I had previously worn. The skin of a coward, a hollow shell, a dying soul.
"I'm your Angel" I said, and I hoped he knew I would look out for him, even if he hated me to the core.
The last thing I remembered seeing before I left was the flashing lights, and the emotionless mask worn by the man I loved and still love to this day.
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