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My lover was a peculiar being. Her skin was woven with galaxies filled with stars in contrast to my ordinary human flesh.
Her hair was pink dotted clouds and her rare smile was brighter than the sun.
I was sure she was an angel. She swore she was the devil. I could clearly see the glorious wings on her back. She failed to show me her scythe thirsting for my blood. I see a halo in your head, I told her. I see an ugly flower blooming in yours, replied she. Have its roots blinded you?
I love you, I often confessed to her. We're going to die together, promised she. Ah, is there no greater love than that? Can an angel die, I ask. My invisible friends tell me I'm dying every day, she reassured me.
My lover was a peculiar being. She was the personification of sadness. Dark, scary clouds hovered over her head. Those clouds are yours, she told me. I thought she was a fool. How could a mere human like me dare to have clouds?
My lover was a peculiar being. She could see things I could not. She could see friends I did not know I had. They're so loyal, complimented she, they follow you around everywhere and they whisper things in your ears tirelessly. They warn you of me.
How do they look, I asked. They're unique. They're black and green and bloody red and they've grown lots of mouths to talk your ears off. Then, they're monsters, I said terrified. I'm a monster too, she smiled. To me, she was too beautiful to be a monster.
My lover was a peculiar being. She did not like to be touched. Why do you not come closer? Why do you not hug lonely, love-thirsty me? We're drowning, she explained. It's difficult to move when you're drowning. I thought she was silly. We always met high up in the sky.
Do you want to hold me? Be with me? Yes, yes I do! Then let me rip your heart out and feed on your blood. I was blind. Her hand looked too frail to pierce through my pitiful human body.
My lover stepped on the edge of the rooftop and opened her arms, inviting me in her embrace for the very first time. Here up in the skies with her hair fluttering wildly thanks to the winter winds, her big smile warming me up, I could not refuse her. We embraced each other and fell off. Feathers were ripped out of her wings one by one and her lips tasted more bitter than I imagined.
And for the very first time, my forever sad lover laughed in pure joy and told me: There's no greater love than Death.