An angel is often described as a pure being clad in white. They are spiritual beings superior to humans in power and intelligence. I met my angel not in the afterlife but in this harsh and cruel world. Brute. Childish. Irrational. Rash. That is my angel. He might have these negative aspects but one fact would always remain: He saved me from my own personal hell. ---------------------------------------------------- (Bakamono: Tokyo Ghoul is not mine. Juuzou is not mine. You are not mine. But I do owe the plot.)

Guess this is just one of them fanfictions that just leave you to read the story. Hope you like it x and for anyone who may be wondering, my previous username was BubblegumRainbow3 so that's why it says that on my cover