A boy lets go of the one he's infatuated to, realizing it was a mistake. He was drowned in a sea of sorrow, but one of angelic grace appeared before him. Unintentionally bringing him to his former, cheery self. The boy talks to the angelic figure, and finally, the overwhelming feelings dispersed just like water transmuting into gas. He realized that the angelic figure was just an ordinary girl. Yet, deep within his lost soul, there was a feeling growing for that angelic figure, and so began the tale of his new muse.
Days past, day by day he realizes that his feelings for her growing deeper and deeper. Each moment without her was but a stake impaled to his already fragile heart. He waited, and waited, patience growing thin, he sent her a message, seeking to acquire her latest shenanigans. Yet, his message was replied naught. All he can do now is wait, wait for his angel to descend upon him once more, the boy who bears the patience of millenniums, as he waits, he wonders...is the wait worth it so?
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