I Think He Was An Angel
I think he was an angel, the way he looked, the way he spoke, full of pride, but so sensual and gentle at the same time.
His skin was soft and delicate, he was beautiful, still he wore make-up to hide himself, he was unsure, confused. I wanted to hold him and tell him everything would be alright someday, although… I never got that chance.
I think he was here to bring us a message, never give up your loved ones and fight for them till the end, you will come out triumphal, always… Then why didn't he see I cared for him?
I can't blame him though, he was messed up. But I wanted to be the one he could feel safe with. I wanted to give him someone he could actually trust.
He hid his sorrow, his sadness behind his looks and voice, but the affliction was readable in his eyes.
Oh god his eyes.
They were like a clear night sky without clouds to be seen.
While time passed I wanted to make him mine, but how could I stand a change? He was an angel perfect by any means, and I merely a thief.
I had a dream once; I dreamed of a perfect world, just him and me, we were happy, we could trust each other and no one stood in our way. We laughed, we kissed… If only this world was real, how happy would I be.
I said to myself everything I wanted was a dream, a lie, none of this could happen, I was right.
I wanted to drown in his eyes, and never come back. I wanted to be with him and him alone, that hope was crushed when he gently closed his eyes, while laying in my arms, the death of beauty.
He was misguided, he didn't deserve the life he lived, but it was too late and he knew it, there was nothing more for him, more to live for, oh how was he wrong.
But still I could not save him, I failed, I lost.
I lost the thing most precious to me.
He was an angel, his name…
Was Kuja.