“And so, their forbidden love would rhyme with poems and their tragic love story would

be loved by
many, but their love would never succeed.”

“She could see the angels in him, she could see through his abstract art, she could see herself in him and
he could see his demons playing with her angels. They were Heaven and Hell.”

“Then and there, he believed in religion. He believed in God. He prayed intently. Let him be punished, let
him be tortured and killed, let it be him. Not her. My God, not her.”

“Every thrust, every cry and every kiss was a prayer. They were both crying and laughing then.”

“Her statements are loud and clear except she doesn’t have to use any words to wound me. She knows
how to drive silver’s edge deep into my chest without uttering a single thought.”

“I still don’t understand the general idea of love. But what I do know is that you are that love.”

“Every touch was painful. He was afraid that if he did something too much, she’d disappear, but she
didn’t. She was there for him to consume. And consume he did.”

“Destroy me, the way you destroyed yourself. Let my broken parts love you, too.”

“She was his hello and goodbye.”

“The universe would neve conspire for two people to be together. It had to be both of you.”

“A love this strong ruined happy endings, creating a hurricane of souls so in love with each other they’d
transcend endings.”

“A loud, shrilling scream was heard throughout the entire world; the broken voice of a man who
destroyed himself only to have the woman he loved die in front of his eyes. It was the most painful
sound they have ever heard.”

“She wasn’t just a queen to him. She was his king, because she would not allow herself to be just a
queen. She would be his king, ruling his sinful soul and black heart.”

“You burn me every time I get too close and kill me inside. And I have no choice but to give my little
broken pieces to you.”

“I don’t love you. I feel you. You’re my eternal bliss.”

“He touched her like she was canvas, and he was a mad artist, incapable of tainting her for his own art
was sinful.”

“If it’s not a kiss, then what is it? Why do that?”

“As I thought, her lips are different from you.”

“My lips are seductive.”

“And her lips are innocent.”

“Have you seen anyone here with golden blonde hair, someone angelic like?”

“You do know you’re not being specific right?”

“When you look at her, you lose yourself. Is that specific enough?”

“We don’t label ourselves. We burn in the innocent feelings.”

“And you think I’m not suffering right now? You think this is only about you? You think you’re saving me
Gabriel, but you’re not”

He gave out a dark laugh.

“You’re destroying me. And I’m all yours to destroy.”

“I never knew a demon could be as beautiful as an angel.”

He’d secretly love her in his mind, in that silence and in a place where they defied everything.

“No one could destroy a broken person, until she came along.”

But once you’ve fallen hard and down;

How could you fly again, when you’ve learned to love the ground?

“Love is destructive. Nothing is sweeter than this innocent sin we have.”

“He spoke like she was poetry, stories, and art. He caressed her body tantalizingly, in a way that made
you think that everything was possible. He said her name fervently, kissing her soul in burning heat. And
he pressed himself against her, as if she was the only one who could save him from all the sins he
committed.

“If I die, I want it to be by your hands.”

“Why?”

“I want to die by your arms. The last thing I want to see is you. The last thing I want to see is you. The
last touch I want to feel is you. And I want my last thoughts to be about you.”