With each dew drop that landed on the evening grass, i sighed to myself. i could not speak, but only to your soul, 'Hold me' is what i thought. you left me once again, Read me, is what i felt, as i am your book, your fan-fiction the one you left, without turning to the next page.

Hello i am Mela, part of The Angel Collection I am here for my writing, and your reading. so please do not leave me for another over-calling book with out turning to the next page. You never know what might happen next.

What would you have done?

If your parents had died, first your mother, then you’re so called father? If you had been lead on to fight? For your own good or was it the good of others? Whether or not it’s at heart, or the spirit of one who had died, to lead you to this? What would you have done?

Watch for my stories, typically they'll begin like this, but a bit different. This is my Batman one.