He loved every scar on her body, every birth mark, even her bellybutton, which she thought was too small. He fell in love with every rib, collarbone and bony hip, for they were not the object of her beauty, but the battle scars of her victory.

This is not a story for the soft hearted. This is not a story for the closed minded. This is a story for those with a little of the Devil inside. "The sadness of music sifted through me like grains of sand; every note fell into the cracks of my bones and wedged its pieces, becoming parts of me. The melancholy tasted bitter-sweet on my skin; every piano key carried the flavor of his chapped fingertips. The exquisitiness of the soul harmony softened my armored heart; it stripped it bare, delicate, exposed to Apollo who wished not only to be a warrior with a bow, but also to pierce hearts with a song." A new age story of Gods favourite angel, and of one naive girl who still believes in fairytales and forever afters.

The heavy droplets of rain were slowly slipping down the hood of his leather jacket and a few effortlessly kissed his dark chocolate hair. »H…Hi.« I sputtered. »What do you have there?« He walked closer to me and gazzed into my eyes with his dark ones, that perfectly matched his hair, then lowered his sight towards the kitten, hidden under my jacket. »One lil' kitty found another.« He smirked, amused by his own joke.