*  She looked like heaven. Her beauty made the flowers from her dress let go of it and float in the warm wind. She meaned love and thorns at the same time. Auburn hair and ruby lips completed her appearance. She was perfect.

    She began to run faster and faster, in bare feet, feeling the caress of the grass. Her smile, oh her smile could drive away all worries and mischifs that exists in the world. Pure, white, delicate.

    She was like a flower and like a regular one, she began to wither. *

  Another chapter finished. I finally can put away the stiff pen and drink some herbal tea. My fingers are trying to relax as I put the instrument down and stand up from my not so comfortable chair. The atmosphere in this house is sombre. I miss her so much! My darling Charlotte why did you left when I needed you the most? Her scent is still in this house, in my pillows, my bed and my nose. The sweet smell of cinnamon and mint.

 I walk towards the kitchen and pour some hot water over a few petals of dried lavender in a kettle. While doing so a sweet memory popped up in my mind.

 " Aiden, how can you drink that?" she asked me in disgust making a grimace

 " What's so wrong with coffee?" I asked back taking a big sip from my white cup just so I can boil her some more

 "It's cancer, can't you see it? Do you know how much caffeine flows through your veins right now? Hmm?" 

   This was a spectacle for my eyes. She was so serious, with her big green mint eyes and a furious but hell of a cute face, just with that my heart goes crazy.

  " So? What if I die?" I asked while approaching but her legs remained glued on the cold floor.

 " What if you die? What ... what do you mean by that? How can you be so cruel? So heartless?" she said silently, looking at her feet

 "Why would you care, Charlotte?" I said, capturing her body between mine and the rough white wall. Both my hands are like a steel cage fot her. I look straight into her troubled eyes, and she in my happy ones.

 " Are you insane? I love you, idiot!" she screamed at me and that's when a smirk blossemed on my face

 " I know." I said, laughing, holding her cheeks into my palms

   Without announcing I crush my dry lips onto hers. This sweet, delicate sensation, fresh and intoxicating at the same time. Her eyes are open, I know they are. Every time I do this, take her by surprise and after a few seconds she closes them and responds to my kiss. So soft and sweet lips like two petals of one bloody red rose. I could never get bored of them, of her. She's my everything. My soul, my heart, my brain, without her I'd be nobody. She makes me live, keeps me alive. If one day she'll no longer be with me, the spark from my eyes will leave with her, together with my breathing. 

 " From now on I'll drink only lavender tea, ok dear?" I said touching her nose with mine

" Ok." she said, giving me one of her brightest smiles, but I couldn't control myself any longer, not that I want to so I took her lips along with her legs which were wrapped around my waist to our bedroom.

  Oh, what you're doing to me, Charlotte! 

I felt warm tears on my cheeks. The smell of the tea woke me up. With my sleeve I erase the tears which are now rolling down my face. I take the kettle and pour some of its content into a blue cup, her cup. Opened the fridge door and took some biscuits then I went back in my study room.

After the hot liquid traveled down my neck, I put her cup on the table and focus on my writing. My trembling fingers hated the cold material of the pen, but couldn't do anything about it. In my hands was like a delicate black feather with which I could create a world, a new colorful one, a happy or a sad one, depanding on my mood. A love story with a tragic ending or a mystery story with an open ending. I can write a fairy tale based on a tragedy, my tragedy.

I opened my notebook with blank beige pages and let my creativity flow in.

  * "Meredith, I have something to tell you." said the shy boy to his angel

 "  What is it, Michael?" she asked and warmth was overflowing from her smile

 " I think I.... No, I know I...That I.." he tried to express his feelings but it was too hard, way too hard for him

" Michael, I love you!" With the sweetest voice she gave her love to him, hugged and gave him courage.

" Meredith, ... I LOVE YOU!" Without wanting to, he screamed in her fragile ears

" Easy now Michael, you know, I'm not deaf or wasn't until a few moments ago." And with that both of them burst out laughing  *

Another sip after another one and another one until the blue cup was empty, just like my heart. This book will be a happy one, it must be, right? They deserve it, right? Meredith and Michael. I know I don't deserve a happy ending but at least I think they do. After filling the cup of tea I returned to my book, let's finish it.

  *  "Meredith marry me!" said the shy boy full of hope

" Yes!" answered his angel crying with joy  *

Alright I can do this. For Charlotte and for my readers I must continue.

   *   "We all have gathered here together in order to commemorate this holy day for two people who love each other."  *

No, it's wrong!

    *  "Mommy, mommy, come and play with me! Mommy, please, let's play together!" said a soft voice of a child

   "Coming sweetie! "said Meredith, looking with love at her little baby girl

" Here comes papa!" said Micheal,joyful, with two bouquets of blue roses   *

   Tears were falling on the page without any shame. I erased them and continued with the story, but something feels wrong. It's like I can't write a happy ending.

 *   " I love you, babe!" said the shy boy kissing her collar bone " I love you so much!"  he continued kissing her until her dress was on the floor.  *

No!

 *  She unbottened his pants and-  *

NO! That's it! I can't do it like this anymore!

 *   "Meredith watch out!" the voice of the shy boy was shaky and full of despair, Meredith's body was lying on the crosswalk lifeless, swimming in a pool of blood. The boy's face was emotionless. He couldn't move, breathe, live anymore. He was a marionette in the hands of a puppet master, or in his case in the hands of God. From that moment on, Michael, the shy boy who experienced love, never loved again.                           THE END                  *

   These bloody tears, always showing up in my eyes. I hate them. Why are they here? I don't have a heart anymore so how can I still feel the pain, the sadness? Is just a mistake with my body, without her I can't even work properly. Well "The love between an angel and a boy" is now complete.

   After putting my pen on the table, I covered myself with the soft blanket and looked at the clock. It was 1 a.m. I closet my eyes and let the nightmares take me. I'm done for today.

KNOCK! KNOCK! Suddently I woke up to find my door shaking with strange sounds behind it. If God wants to take me, now is the right moment, I'm ready. The clock was showing 3 a.m. Who the hell could be at this hour? I stood up but a terrible dizziness struck my head. I stumbled several times on my way to the door, but finally managed to get my hand on the door knob. I opened it and found myseld shocked, devastated. My pulse was running in a marathon in which my breathe couldn't keep up.

  In front of my very eyes was standing Meredith Holland, the girl from my book, the girl I created, the angel.

**  Oh my God! People, I just wrote my first chapter in this book. It's late and I'm tired but I couldn't give up this night, so here you have it. Hope you like it, sorry for the mistakes in spelling or grammatical. Well if you read up till now I think you are interested in my book and that means a lot. Thank you so much and I hope you'll show that support in comments too.  See you at the next chapter.

   Have a marvelous night or day!  :3