An escape.
She is the escape…
She is the escape I want and need all at the same time.
The angel proves that she can soothe the soul of a devil like me. I should warn her that she shouldn’t like me, she mustn’t. She’s too good for the likes of a guy like me, filled with so much darkness sometimes I can’t see for shit.
I look at her and feel compelled to do it. It’s like the other day when I compared her to something hallowed. Except… in her eyes I see something that stops me. I see she wants me. She knows what I am and she still wants me.
Selfishness takes over and I close my eyes, savoring her touch.
It felt like just a minute. It really fucking did, but when I open my eyes again it’s morning.
And she’s gone.
Gone, like she was never there.