Ruined Love

Is Love always supposed to be pure and beautiful? What if it's pure but not true? what if it's beautiful but not real? Love is a damned thing in a damned game where you end up showing all your cards without giving it a second thought. That's why a love that's ruined feels so much plausible than a perfect pure love which never becomes real.

She was like a ray of sunshine, a cloud of love and kindness, she wore innocence like a jewel and righteousness like an armor. She never saw what pain is never knew what it felt to have your heart pierced with your own hands. She saw the world with her ever glowing hopeful eyes knowing very well how very little hope exists in this world.

He was the sovereign of darkness, never looked back in his life. He did have a heart which could beat but only to crush other's. His soul was tainted and shattered but he still lived and thrived with only one single hope...death. He longed for it quite immensely but alas his hope was tainted just like his soul. He looked at the world as something despicable urging him to destroy bit by bit.

She never knew what hatred was and he never knew what sanity was. She could never withstand seeing someone's pain and he could never withstand the light of kindness. What do you think will happen when these two strangers will stumble across each other's path..?