it was not something unbelievably perfect. as every living creature or concepts of living... maybe to some extent it was delusionary but I am not sure this was for just one of us or not. love was there, commitment was there and most importantly trust was there. the thing we need most... the sin which is even deadlier than the famous seven ones. the sin we committed when we need a proof of life's necessity. the sin makes us both live and die internally, a healer and a killer at the same time. a saint faced, cold blooded son of a bitch who kills us while singing hyms to our ears.
yes, I was recently murdered by this cute little enemy that I created in the first place. I was standing in a bridge and waiting for a sign to move on. maybe I was waiting for my lover to save me from myself, desperately... when the nigt was slowly appearing through the sky i could sensed that my moment was coming.