In all of his existence, Raphael had heard the worst of all curses.
Words that were capable to make the ears bleed and eyes trickle down with hot streams of tears.
A man who could smile when called a monster.
A man who laughed when referred as the devil, he had more people who would spit on his grave than the stars above.
Raphael was a man whose heart over the years had grown to weave tightly into a bound leaving him incapable to understand or feel any ounce of affection.
Nothing could affect him but three simple words were enough to cause a mortally deep stab in him.
It stung the spot by his chest where an empty heart laid.
The brutal pain of those words was something he would never get accustomed to.
The silence in the room turned louder by the second and the person who cause it
