AngelOfInnocence
Secrets. The only thing I can keep. The 'gift' i was born with. A secret so great that i spent so long to understand it, but yet, if anyone knew it would mean so little to them. But not to me. My past is like a string of gold (happiness) intertwined with red (love) and tainted in black. It bends and even fractures around the memory I contain. Memories so sharp that if I try to mix it with my feelings, I would become instantly cut and hurt. Not even when it goes away, the pain still haunts the scars that are imprinted in me. Scars which can never fade away. A sign of my darkness and lonliness. My rememberence of my curse. I....... Echo, the angel of death, shall forever be in tornment. Well........ thats what I used to think.......