The ruin was so beautiful. She had a sweet voice and an enchanting smile, yet she was so thorny, leaving behind irreparable scars. You were the greatest and the worst mistake, and still, he couldn't shake off the feelings he had for you. He had given up everything for you. His home became a painful memory in his chest.

His white hair, slightly wrinkled skin, and the wounds he carried were all marks of his choice. The wings he had proudly borne became a burden—a painful reminder of what he had lost. Sleep had been stolen from him, your image etched in his mind like an irreversible plague.

He found himself constantly pleading with the universe for forgiveness, even though he couldn't control his love for a demon, for you. He tried to fly away from you, but his wings no longer worked. Deep down, a flicker of happiness burned bright. He didn't want them to work; he didn't want to be away from you. It was all a facade, a fragile attempt to pretend that he hated you and your actions.

His gaze trembled, and his hands shook as they almost reached out toward you. But in a moment of uncertainty, he turned and ran, convincing himself he wouldn't return. Hours passed, and your absence, still fresh, turned into a deep pain within him. He didn’t want to feel weak, as he had in the past; he didn’t want to keep coming back to you.

However, the pain seemed to lessen only when he was near you. He dragged his feet, each step heavy with the weight of his shame and vulnerability. He felt fragile, as if the world could destroy him at any moment. But loving you was the only thing that made him feel alive.

Every emotion he felt wove the fragments of his shattered spirit, delicately stitching together the pieces that seemed irreparably lost. He knew he would keep dragging himself back to you, no matter how heavy his heart felt.

"I can't... I need you." He whispered, the words a bittersweet taste on his lips. They were true, yet they lingered in the air like a haunting melody, persisting in the silence that followed.