Abandoned Saints | BoyxBoy

"Remember me like how a flower remembers the warmth of the sun."

A specific line of some poem was recited beautifully by the sweet voice of an Angel which I was getting used to hearing all the time. The sound and the lines of that very poem made me feel something I've never felt before...What is this bullshit?

I laughed at that stupid line. Such a cliché, I thought while I see him pout. So adorable...

I say with an annoyed tone, "Such a sappy and cringe saying, Angel." He rolled his eyes at me while saying, "Of course. How could a Devil like you understand such a beautiful line." I smirk as I nod, "indeed. I could never."

I was wrong...so wrong.
'✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹