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Dafne could only define that girl with a single word.
Angelic.
A mystery to her from her very appearance to her name, everything about her seemed to be perfect, painfully perfect.
He wanted to offer everything to her, in exchange for just being by her side for a minute or just talking to her.
He wanted to put everything in his name, even his soul, his love.
But what Daphne felt was not love, it was deep admiration, like worshipping a God, feeling a persistent need to be saved, to feel in the arms of that someone and to thank him unconditionally, for the rest of his life.
I wanted to serve that girl for centuries in exchange for that feeling of being saved and then discarded, if the girl wanted to.
To give her blood and tears for her comfort, and then to be mistreated, if she wished.
Or perhaps being abused and snatched away from everything I loved just to serve her, if I so desired.
Because she was his angel; not one that offered protection,but the one on whom he depended for his own salvation. A figure by whom he would allow himself to be carried into the abyss, willing to die in silence for it. A sacrifice.
Perhaps, she had a very different way of looking at love, but for her it was the right and unconditional one.