✓ | THE TEARS OF AN ANGEL ⎯⎯ regulus black

that he sees it:

It was the eighteenth day of December.

And she had kissed him.

And he had kissed her back.

As they were sitting by the fireplace, and the warmth in their chests had danced among the flames.

She is still not sure what had happened. A state of intense happiness had taken over her. He had sat there, empty for words, humming along to a song playing on the radio. And he had held her hand in his. And she had turned to look at him. And she had pressed her lips against his.

He kissed her back, gently yet passionate, confirming that she had a place in his heart that no one else could ever have.

He realized, that it was her gift, to make him fall for her smile, and help him push away his sorrows and pain.

He realized, that she was everything he wanted.

And the monsters that had once told him that he would not find peace and love, were long gone. What he felt in his heart right now, was much stronger.

But, my chérie, my étoiles, my clair de lune. Je suis comme je suis. Pain is always there, though you can't see it or feel it, it's always lurking there, behind your back.

They spend the night loving one another, knowing the pain would come in the morning.