She shivered, looking away from the dark, penetrating gaze of his.
“ Who are you? You killed them all, and they, they did nothing to you. They were innocent.” She screamed, pounding at his chest, before drawing back her fist and punching him in the face.
“ I thought you love me….” She whispered sadly to him.
He remains quiet, just watching her, just listening as he always did.
“ Why don’t you answer me? You just stare, stare with those dark eyes that I can never find the end of.”
He reached out, hypnotized by the way the harsh wind bit her skin, the watering tears, the flush color of her creamy skin. Her hair is blowing in the wind, whipping around her face weightlessly, like she was floating in water, in the air.
She drew back, not wanting to believe those gestures again. “ You deserve to die you bastard. You’re a traitor!”
She drew back, ready to punch him again, despite the fact that he towered over her, she felt cold, as cold and bitter as the winter air.
“ We live in a world of broken dreams, where angels cry, and we are clipped of our wings. In a world where demons fly.”
She looked up, suddenly understanding his simple words. “Forget you.”
He reached out before she could retreat, offering her a comforting and warming embrace. “ Please don’t. I dare not watch another angel cry, falling back to Earth, where people stave and death is birth.”
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Submission Name: Damning You
