I cannot love a soul so dark it eats up others' light
Had God created Love to make pain feel even worse?
What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours?
She had sand in her mouth and between her toes, the briny wind raising goose bumps on her skin, and the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart. She could, at that moment, have died for him.
Suicide was a mortal luxury not afforded to angels.
She took comfort in the soft occasional sound of turning pages.