“You’re confusing.”

Angel declared, monotone. Sitting beside you on your balcony of your apartment, the moonlight shining down. You lived by the seaside of Japan, the scent of salty sea wafting through the air.

He knew he could never touch you. But what if? How would your skin feel? Angel looked away.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me? I could kill you.”

Of course he knew that. He could never hurt you; he loved you even if you were unaware. It hurt, yes, but he was loving you from afar.