An angel.
A guilty, tormented soul.
But to me, someone you didn't know except for a face,
Kind.
Years later we met again,
Your soul had been ripped out of you after a
Moment of happiness I could never give you even if I tried.
You burned my throat first.
Burned my hair.
Laughed.
At me.
But I still love you.
You're the only one I would let burn my hair.
You don't care. You never will.
Even if your soul returns,
You won't care.
Not like that.
I hope you have a happy life.