He was an angel. I was a demon. He saw me for who I was, not what I was. He didn't care of what others said. He put up with my jerk ass attitude. We got close... I found myself admiring him.. I found myself happy. I was in love, who cared if I was a kid. But in the end... I was scared.. and so I betrayed him. That was when our roles sank in. He was an angel. I was a demon. He was my light. And I... I was his darkness.