Azrael looked at Eloa as if he was seeing her for the first time. He could not recognize her in this way. She smiled at him and put her hand forward as if beckoning him. This was not the girl that he had seen in school and she was not the same woman any longer. The way she said his name felt like a beautiful caress and he wanted nothing else at all.
“I like it when you call me Azrael. I know that is my name and everyone calls me that but the way you say it makes me feel loved and cared for….” Said Azrael as Eloa smiled at him. She placed a hand on his, his hand felt warm and vibrant against the stark contrast of the cold of hers. She now knew why she was cold, and she was always going to be one. All she had to see was if this was too much for him…too much for everything. It was the perfec
