She asked me to fall for her. She told me she’ll catch me, she even said that I’ll never break. She begged for my love and attention. But, does she know that what she’s asking for is impossible?
She met me at school, she said she fell for me at the first glance. Impossible, how could someone fall for a guy as utterly pathetic as me? I don’t even see anything good about me, I’m just a lonely demon living in a lonely hell called life. But this girl -- this angel -- is blinded by something I don’t know what to call. I don’t have the face that anyone will love. I don’t even have any talent that is worth being proud of. I don’t have anything in me that’s worth loving. I only have a stock of sadness inside my stone heart and dark thoughts inside my chaotic mind. How pathetic. And yet, I have an angel that admires me.
Whenever I look at her, I feel pity. A beautiful, smart and talented angel like her -- that is blessed by the heavens above -- fell for a demon like me. Is this some kind of joke? Because this is not funny. Falling for someone as empty as me, as hopeless as me, it’s just an act of a fool. Not even my fellow demons will fall for me, not even myself. I don’t like myself. Now tell me, what did an angel see in a demon?
She approached me as I was standing in a crowd. She said she loves how I smile even when I’m in the verge of falling apart, she loves how strong and brave I am when all of the people around me are against me, she loves how I kept my tears from falling, and she loves how I control my thoughts from bursting. I was quiet for a moment but I managed to say, “I’m sorry, but that’s not me.” And that’s when I left her -- shocked and humiliated. I left her even after hearing those words -- words that gives hope.
And that’s the end, the end of the story of an angel who fell in love with a demon.