A vendetta; Epistolary-Novel She told me I am entwined with a lip of an angel and the eyes of a devil. Folks gather around my radar with their depraved souls, wishing I could reform comfort in their lives. Thread by thread, I come apart yet my revolution thrived. It's a sweet little work of art to share goodness with people until she reminded me that I have none left for myself. My fingertips trailed on her wisdom and tales because that's how I worship her. Gambling on our sapphire love, the fusion of my heart and yours combusted in bright hues as if we are a heaven-branded match. Yet now that we are forced apart, the honeymoon can't guarantee itself from shattering. The contemptuous bonfires that I lit with my passion slowly grew obscure and faint until it was none now.