an angel's sin [t.r]

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He looked at the girl before him, her white hair spread across the pillow, and her body motionless.

She looked dead.

She wasn't dead.

Celine was very much alive.

He could tell by the way her pale lips where parted, breathing in and out.

She began to stir in her sleep, and he remained standing by her bedside, not letting go of her hand.

He would not let go of his only piece of heaven, even if she was now damned and as much of a sinner as he was.

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Celine slowly opened her eyes, and the blinding light made her squint. She could see a figure blocking some of the light - him.
She couldn't see him properly, only his outline and talk figure to the side of her.

It was then she noticed the feeling of someone holding her hand.
He was holding her hand.
She let out a sigh and small smile to herself at how their fingers were entwined, and it was the same as before she'd fallen asleep.

He hadn't let go.

Just like he promised.

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The angel and devil met in the middle,
One from Heaven,
And one from Hell.
Both damned,
Both sinners.
Both promised to never let go.
But promises can be broken,
Just like fragile hearts.