Prologue

She wasn't quite sure when everything first began with them. Heck, she didn't even know if he considered them anything, maybe they were nothing. All she knew was that with every touch, every whispered word and every glance, she became even more ensnared within this deceitful web. She twirled herself around in it, knotted it so tight to her body that she couldn't remember how to leave or even if she wanted to leave. He was perfection incarnate. From the tips of his flawlessly curled feather eyelashes to his ridiculously soft feet, he was perfect. Even his flaws were perfect, like the way half his mouth went higher when he smiled or that he could never quiet remember how to tell the difference between left or right without his hands to guide him. He was perfect and it made everything about him so painfully brilliant.

He was like trying to capture the moons rays on water. It was mesmerising to see and you could deceive yourself into believing that it's there and that it's real, but the minute you try to touch it, it's gone and you're left trying to grab those fragmented pieces before they completely disappear. You know they won't be gone forever, but your world has no logic as you watch it fade away and the fear grips you so tight that you can't breathe and your world just seems to dim that little bit. Then, as suddenly as it's gone, its back, and you can feel the oxygen flow through you again and you wear a foolish smile with pride because he came back to you and that's all that really counts.

So yes, she doesn't remember how it began, if it began or even if it should have began. All she can think is that something this wrong can't possible feel so great and that walking on air can't be bad because that's what angels do and he is obviously an angel and angels are good. She knows how twisted it sounds but it makes sense to her, so she sits with her twisted logic in her twisted world as she stares at him and she finds it so utterly twisted beyond belief. All she knows is if she could be bothered to look away from him long enough; she would find that she truly didn't care about how good or wrong or how it's not supposed to be. She was already too deep to turn back now.