If you had killed at that one moment, she would have been grateful.
She wasn't my Guardian Angel anymore, she was a Fallen Angel.
Fallen into his arms again, after so long.
He will destroy her, she won't hold out.
Already she is dying inside.
Bleeding.
Drowning in her love for him.
And I can't stop it.

She goes to him again. Its almost every night she seeks comfort with him, I don’t know anymore, if its me that drives her to it. Drives her back to him. Or if its simply her desire or lust or need to be close or a need to be linked with another human physically. I really don’t know. Nobody knows about their affair but I think it will get out sooner or later. She wont listen

He has control over her.
What was I supposed to do?
How could I seperate them, when he was just as much a part of her than an arm or leg or heart.