It all started the night I had killed Believe Bridesmaid.
As I laid on my bed that night, I wandered how it felt to be killed. I mean, my existence was a simple stain on the fabric of life. Something to be washed away. The mistakes I had made was like an increase to the stain.
There was an unexpected tapping at my door. I sat up on the crimson-dyed sheets, sauntering over to the door like a drunk madman. Maybe I was. I was never to know.
To my surprise, he was stood there. Tall, attractive and young as ever. My red eyes fixed on his emeralds, a silence creeping inside and out of me.
I felt arms encircle my waist, an embrace fixing around my form. I returned the small affection, a blink of a smile gracing my lips.
"Matt…" I say, my face buried in his neck. I can practically hear his smile, feeling him tighten his hold of me.
"Beyond…" He replies. Water runs from my eyes, and he wipes it away, his fingertips soft on my skin. I look up at him, for he is a little taller than me. He pets my hair, kissing my head like a lucky charm. It is a sweet feeling though, one that causes a butterfly's wing beat in my abdomen.
"I missed you" I say, the words falling from my mouth before I have chance to register them. He caresses my cheek, causing scarlet to rise into them.
"I missed you too my angel…" Angel? I was no angel. I was a demon, a fiend, a psychopath. I was no perfect deity that was loved beyond that of a human.
"How am I an angel?" I ask, my words full of shyness and shock.
"Because you're perfect to me.." I feel his lips on my own, a gentle gesture of sweet love that I had been craving. I return the love willingly.
I know that my life means something now.
Not just a dwindling star in the night.
Not just a stain of life.
But a real spark of feelings and belonging.
All thanks to Matt.
"I love you… More than anything…"