'She stood in front of me burning with a certain look in her eyes, a look of adoration.
The heat of her stare made me feel abate, worthless, abashed.
The reflections of my demons could be seen in the glassy mask of her orbs, their demeanour enough to scare any living thing.
But then, the edges of her lips curved upwards into a smile, as my sins shadowed above her.
Who are you, she had asked, and had stared what I had feared she would leave from head on.'
-A.M