Rafael

I looked into her eyes, they were exhausted, tired and empty. One might say that she looked sad, broken, disappointed, or even desperate. Well, I don't think so. She cried out all the grief with the malt until it was impossible. She wrote all the pain and betrayal on the pages of an ordinary notebook and wrote in faith until nothing but silence remained in her mind. I saw her hugging her pillow last night. She said she longed to feel the warmth in her chest again. You broke it. I can hear her forgiving you all with that blank stare and sad smile. Why are you so twisted and can't see it? Why are you blinded by yourself and don't see that you just killed her from the inside? Did you rip her out of her and ask for forgiveness? You haven't misled anything about her, and you'll never know. She may have forgiven you, but I didn't. It is me the devil who has just lost his precious angel.