When Angels and Demons met, we could learn many things by eavesdropping. A battle might happen sometimes, giving the host a severe headache.

A battle for pride and the love of a girl.

He smiled at me with a glimpse of hope in his eyes. I stood there motionless like a stone. I questions myself, ‘ It’s that really him?’ Where had he been all this while, leaving me….

An entry for Duff’s Writing Challenge #10.
Forbiddin Love: The only kind worth fighting for.

It’s cold, and the poor child wanders the cold deserted streets, being a light onto others.

Love and tragedy can sometimes be witty.