Why did you look at me? Why did your solemn face break into a smile at the sight of something like me?
I'm not worthy of that, Angel. I'm not worthy of you. I'm not a creature of light, of good. I was born from grief and bitterness. I am dark and you are light. You weren't meant to fall for something like me.
Dear Angel, why do you love me? Why do you stay by my side?
I've done horrible things, let awful words slip past my lips. I've hurt people and yet you love me.
Why?
My dearest Angel, you could find someone better, someone more worthy of that smile. So why...why do you stay?
