So beautiful. So forbidden. So much pain.
I reach my hand towards her, she turns away. I run to her, she trips me. I want her to hold me, whisper sweet things in my ear. She does nothing but shout cruelties.
What is so wrong in me loving her? Why does she not want my love?
So ugly. So vulnerable. So much love.
A girl loving another. Why does she think it so wrong? My love is pure, can she not see that? Is her god so cruel that he would not allow me to love? I only want to lay in her arms, for her to hold me.
But she won't. I've known she wouldn't. She's too pure, and I too impure. She's an angel while I have fallen.
Love has corrupted me. They say I need to be cleansed.
I will cleanse myself, then. In the waters of the river. Where her lord cleansed so many.
If I cleanse myself, will she accept me?
Cold waters closing over my head. The last sweet taste of life. I smile as I think of her.
Can I be saved from the fallen?
Goodbye, my sweet angel.
Since I don't want to make a whole new story thing... I'm adding this to Remember Days Gone By.
This was partly inspired by Diabolo (notice the 'fallen' part)...
Anyways, I hope it was semi-worthy reading.