As it turned out, I fell in love with the complete opposite of it. With a Nephilim, a fallen giant, hands scarred from murder. No, he wasn’t just my lover. He was my god. It was only when the music died, when the final note was struck by the orchestra, that I took in the room I was standing in fully. Beforehand, I was too overwhelmed to examine it. It was filled with roses. In every color and shape.
