He was just a bad boy with angel wings….
He was a beautiful boy. An angel boy…. too beautiful to live though. Death looked upon his soul and looked very deeply into his eyes.
He was never afraid.
He took his swords and vowed to protect his soulmate.
A wanderer of souls.
The very angel who knew of everyone’s secrets.
Gabriel, the angel of death.
O how I loved him as he cradled me in his arms and loved me throughout the night.
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