every week or so we meet at our routine dating spot...a spot hid from the heavens...I the devil...could bring you serious harm if...the angel council found out I was dating you...an angel...I wait anxiously before I hear you...your staggering...limping as you make your presence known I freeze...my eyes widen...it looks like I was too late

"W...what happened to you!? Where is your eyes!?"

I scream rushing to you in a panic