Heaven and Hell

It started with a kiss. A passionate expression of our love where the stars aligned and he and I were one. I felt his soul breathe into me. The feeling of rising took over my body as I reached for him. His friends called him devil, his nickname. He was my devil and I was his angel.

I was a modern day Cinderella, or so one would call me. My life consisted of cleaning and tending to my evil aunt and uncles needs, living on their beck and call. Walking two miles everyday to take the bus to school, I met my devil every day after that first kiss. He would appear by the bus stop at dawn waiting for me. In the warm gold sun he'd smile. Holding hands in happy silence we would go up to his dorm room and hold one another until my classes started. Breathing as one, hot against our skin. My love for him overtook me. His past didn't matter and neither did mine. We were one.

After a few months my aunt and uncle sunk to a new low; they were stealing money by opening credit cards in my name. My demon came to me and saved me from that life. He took me in and we lived. Leaving was hard, but I needed to go back to my parents to fix my life. I was afraid. We both cried that night tortured by the thought of what future we had left. He promised he would always be there. I was his angel.

Months turned to a year and even more time went by. We visited each other but his eyes grew dark and withdrawn. I tried to fight it. I loved my devil. I'd live and die for our love. One day I got hit with the words I dreaded. They tore me apart limb by limb and my heart dropped to my knees. He told me he was the devil and to always remember I was an angel. Our love wasn't right to him anymore. My throat wanting to close forced out a faint sound. A sound of mourning I have never made. He said he broke his heart in breaking mine. I wanted to wake up from the nightmare. It was real.

My heart is on fire forcing itself to heal like the phoenix. My beautiful love, my little piece of heaven. I'll move on, even if the roads all go through the pits of hell. Holding on to his memory like a flame carrying me through the darkest days. Lighting up my hell he showed me the way out, while staying deep inside the abyss himself.