Prologue
She was an angel. She had the most beautiful face I've ever seen. Her hair was a classic haircut, long and black, they were embracing her cheeks. She had no smile on her face: She was a little fragile unhappy angel. But none of these things attracted me like her eyes did. The color was not dazzling itself: It was a dark brown. But the sparkle in her core was so real, was so familiar. I could kill myself to see happiness in those eyes. I would do everything to see those eyes sparkle happy again. That was the first promise I gave to myself; the first promise that I wanted to keep.
