My Sentinel was here,
Silver lining in darkness around,
He gave me his light,
While himself he drowned.
FREYA
It could be a dream, it could be some cruel joke played by fate in me but when I saw the tear escape from his eyes, I knew it was him. I never imagined him crying and I never saw him crying, I couldn’t dream something so miserable. I had made an angel, my guardian angel cry.
There was relief, anger, guilt, discomfort and apology in his eyes. But the emotion I found solace was immense ardour for me. His expression yelled out the feeling of love for me. I could already feel the pain drifting away. He closed his eyes and wincing placed hand on my face, I felt myself healing, my wounds curing themselves, the pain subsiding something to a dim sting from past injury.
But even thou
