“How does the story end?” “That’s the beauty of it, mate. It doesn’t. Love has no beginning and no ending, much like the fall no one warned me about. Love is unpredictable, impulsive, and doesn’t allow anyone or anything close enough to threaten it, much like the girl I fall every day for. Her black heart was a shield and her lost soul had been searching—protecting herself from predators while wandering the earth for me. Perhaps God gave up on his angel too soon …” “You’re questioning God now?” “All I’m saying is, I would’ve given her an eternity plus a day past crestfallen.” —Oliver Masters
