"Why do you always look down on your gifts?" Black sincerely asked me.
"Because they're just so... Ordinary..."
"They're special..."
"I don't think so," I replied honestly, hoping that he'll understand.
"The night I met you, the weather was cold. It looked like it will start snowing soon. I was only wearing this thin coat. I was shivering. You were not wearing many warm clothes either. Yet you pulled your scarf off and wrapped it around me. The second you put it on me, it felt so nice and sweet. My heart felt so warm."
"But that isn't the case with the sweater. It is ordinary enough to the level of being an embarrassment."
"I was thinking of getting myself a sweater and you brought it for me on that very day. It's so pleasing to know that my angel was thinking of me. What else can be more precious? Gifts are all about feelings, honey."
I agreed with his words and understood that I should not look down on my gifts. Just like the necklace. I cherished it not because it had a precious gem. But because of the struggles Black had to go through for obtaining it. Why was my angel so sweet? I was sure I'll die of diabetes one day, if not of a heart attack.
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RomanceOne Winged Devil... Angel of Death... Monster... Those were the titles he acquired when he descended to Gehenna. On that day, his rage engulfed countless demons. She was just an ordinary girl who used to dream of an angel with emerald eyes, growing...
