The huge bed in the bedroom is lit by the moonlight. She's watchig him sleep. She stayis in the moonlight at the foot of the bed. At the head of the bed there is a painting. Her eyes cannot distinguish the painted picture. But something inside her tells her she'd better not. He seems not to be affected by the moonlight. He doesn't feel the pain. His angelic face seems so out of her world. It is strange, because until a few hours ago they were sharing the same inner world. But not anymore... He's so peaceful in his sleep. So soundless... in the white moonlight...
Suddenly she shivered... her eyes filled with tears... the suddenly grew... but the wave of pain went away... she wiped the tears from her eyes and then she turned to him again... and caught a glimpse of the painting again, there was a figure starting to take shape... he was sleeping so peaceful... soundless... his face was so calm... so an...
but the pain hit her this time so hard, she had to lean on the bed's table so that she wouldn't fell on the floor... her hed was hit by a horrible pain... she felt she could almost faint because of the pain within her... her right hand was shaking on the bed table... with the left hand she covered her mouth as she screamed... blood tears were falling from her eyes... the figure in the painting seemed to be looking at her... the moonlight got brighter... brighter... he was so sounldless asleep... his face unaware of all her pa...
then the pain went away... she was still a bit shaky... she took the left hand from her mouth and wiped away the bloody tears from her face... there was someone looking at her... she rose her head and looked at him... he was still sleeping... soundless... in the moonlight... the painting seemed to be more coloured... and there he was, sleeping away from everything... she smiled at him... and he was away in his peaceful sleep... so sweet... so out of this world his sleep was...
this time the frobbing pain hit her in the stomach and made her fell powerless on the floor in the middle of the room in the pure white moonlight... she couldn't even move... so horrible every inch of her body was aching... she tried to lean with her hands on the floor... the light was blinding her... bloody tears fell on the floor... her head was hurting so bad she screamed all the pain inside her away into the white moonlight...
he woke up scared... someone screamed... he stood up... what was that? where is she? he looked around... but saw no sign of her... he got out of the bed and went towards the shy moonlight in the middle of the room... there... on the floor... blood drops... and the ending of the angel's dark wings... the dark angel was sitting in the windowlooking at the white moonlight... he streched a hand towards the black wings... and then... she turned... angsty eyes were looking at him... there she was with long black hair and black wings... looking at him... with angsty eyes...
the angel was taken aback... how did he... she was pure... he knew that... but then again she was there with black long wings... she was hit by the curse... she fell... he didn't knew... her eyes started to get filled with bloody tears... suddenly he felt her early pain... the moonlight got stronger and he could see the painting at the head of the bed... and there she was the dark angel looking at him again... he turned back to the window... but she was gone... the dark angel was gone... he fell on his knees under the frobbing pain that hit him... bloody tears fell from his eyes... on the floor in the white, blinding moonlight...
