Prouker
I never understood the meaning of love but one time in my life and I lost her. We went to the same University, she was so damn beautiful, she was slim, tall, with blue eyes with a darker outer line that made you melt in them just like those of Wist -
This wist of a girl I never get, and never know what I feel for her; She makes me excited, eager to dig into her and discover the real her. Why do I talk about her while talking about the love of my life? But let's not skip the point, I met her and she was so feisty, difficult to deal with, well-mannered, innocent and with angelic shape.
I was a good person back then, I started talking to her asking her about our sessions, questions in our educational subjects, then we started hanging out, getting to know each other, I loved every detail about her: her hair, her smile, her walk, her manner of talking, her shy personality until all my life changed: that Angel I thought she was turned out to be a demon.