TheWritingTrashPanda
'And there she was. The rising sun behind her making her appear as a glowing angel, although that wasn't any different than any other time. She was his angel. The one that understood him on a deeper, emotional level. The one that had seen him at his lowest and still believed him to be powerful. The only one he had ever loved enough to consider building a life with. But that wasn't possible, she was dead. Everyone he cared about was dead. And yet here she stood patiently waiting for him to acknowledge her.'