The Devil's special Angel

dying stars, and music beat like war drums, drowning out thoughts, morals, and memories. This was the kind of pl

him, half-naked women danced and whispered his name like it meant something more than danger. Men glanced at him, nervous and quick-eyed, pretending n

d built his reputation in shadows, not for show. He didn't need to raise his voic

. he felt res

the noise inside him, bu

en he

s world. She looked small, out of place, dressed in a washed-out hoodie that swallowed her frame. Her legs were pulled up

. Couldn't even name w

he

hadn't looked in a mirror all day. Her eyes were glassy, rimmed in red, as if she'd been crying for years in

's jaw

deep, the kind that never healed right. He recognized it in her silence, in the

d it like

for a second, her eyes lifte

Wide.

m before it breaks. He didn't believe in angels. Never had. But she look

ing he used to be. Or mayb

He moved through the haze of alcohol and bodies with one thing on his mind. He didn't know her

as br

either got fixed

, startled. Their eyes met a second ti

was soft and uncertain. "

linch. She smelled like cheap soap and something sweeter underneath-like flowers th

t be here," h

eah? Well, I'm not great at b

But something in her words settled

them belo

here th

ith fireworks or fate. No

n to run anymore, finally sta