Juliet's P.O.V
Seeing the blurs of my surroundings I slowly opened my eyes to see an angle beside me. He slowly moved his hand down to collect a bottle from his pocket. The bottle was small and petit, like no other, insignificant. The bottle reflected its feelings showing it could destroy dreams but could also bring joy. I watched the angel bring his hand to his lips and feel them as if it ware the last time for them to breathe, he felt his cheeks as if it were the last heat he would feel, then he turned his head as if to look at me but avoided the sight of my face, he lifted the bottle up to his lips and tipped it over letting drop by drop come into his mouth. I touched the angels check because i knew I would never see an angel like his one again. He turned his blood shot blue eyes to me and dropped the bottle letting it shatter onto the ground, he replaced where the bottle had once been with my hand, he slowly moved my hand up to his heart where I could feel his heart beat losing speed, I stared at the angel as he lay beside me with no movement. I felt the warmth of his hand over mine where his heart was once beating. I couldn't live without this love, I couldn't live without my angel. I slowly moved my lips toward the angel hoping to receive some of the liquid that had deceived my angel. If I could receive a bit of this poisen and be beside my angel I would be happy for all eternity. I moved my lips to the angel and felt the warmth of his lips but still the heart beat of mine. There was no tochure left for me in this angel. I felt where his heart once beat, where his eyes once saw and where his legs once walked, and in my journey of my lost loved angel I discovered the hero to my needs, the dagger my angel had carried to protect from death would now be the source to my happiness, to my heaven where I would be beside my angle. I gently lifted the dagger upon my hands and kissed my angel with the last breath I would breathe on earth and then ...