Chapter 1 - An Angel Belonging to Me

...It's hard to say that I'm in love,...

...When you look me in the eyes,...

...Those eyes caught me in motions,...

...Stopping me from pouring emotions,...

...It's hard to say that I'm falling,...

...When your mouth was widely smiling,...

...It's so beautiful I'm flattering,...

...To God I'm humbly bowing....

...-For The Unknown....

The white lilies adorned in bouquets captured a picturesque moment being cradled in his arms as it swayed back and forth.

The magnificent view he's served with was everything after a tough day. Enough to lightly flutter the hiding butterflies into tingling his stomach numb.

A lovely somebody had patiently waited for him for them to spend time together after a whole day instilling knowledge in the depleted brain department.

The pair of innocent blue eyes that engulfed one in trances, lustrous coffee brown hair that captured one's fancy and the dazzling smile that suppressed one's negativity.

Like an angel that descended the heaven along with its golden halo brimming in purity, clarity and piety.

The same beauty that he's engaged in an ardour relationship with.

Being greeted by his angelic smiles were enough to carve him one, despite the impious integrity he bore.

The grace that stroked him was more than adequate to harbour the iniquitous of others simply by the certitude of their affairs.

A hallowed voice holier than the golden harp itself. His sweet honeyed poetical words were spoken in crystal clear voice, never waning in entrancing the soul of the listener.

The immense gratefulness he obligated the heaven he wasn't habituated into believing. The once reluctance had been substituted with a deep bow of contentment.

All for the wonderful days he'd been blessed with by his side.

The nude-tinted lips refused to voice his name, demanding the intimacy of the endearment 'baby' possessed. And he went along with this arrangement with no absolute form of complaint.

Being by his side was like an elusive will-o'-the-wisp he never would be able to visualise. Living the dream, the more he gifted him, the less he now claimed.

It's a given as his desire for something was rather focused on gifting him instead of belonging that something he had been fond of to himself.

He found satisfaction in doing so instead of just having it himself.

Being tamed, was the perfect expression for the boy who had found someone he wished to treasure, someone he wished his three lifetimes with.

Each passing person complimented the radiating face he had contradicting his wonted execrable unscrupulous look.

An angel and a demon.

Garbed alike the polarity of good and evil.

An ill-fated star-crossed pair of lovers others thwarted.

But the pairs instilled of iron-will were unyielding to the qualms. Their resolution of staying together ever so often was astounding and other times beckoned displeasure to the tongues.

A recalcitrant person like him was seen as a stain that sullied his honour, a blot to his white feathers. He can't dispute that.

Someone as flawless as him to be tarnished with a defect seemed like a crying shame.

Even the 'stain' himself was bummed out, having him carry the aforementioned disgrace that was him.

It perhaps turned out in a weird twist of obsession he had in criticising himself, but he could swear it's not. He simply inferred better than anyone else what consequences could the stain dragged with him.

He chuckled, mouthing an eloquent simper on the eased facial expressions.

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