She was so changed. Just like you never thought you'd see her. With a smile full of passion, eyes so cold and soul absent. Hands that had learned to destroy souls, smiles that started wars and glances that froze the waves of the sea on the shore.
It shone like the sun and turned everything into a desert. He also collected the stars until dark at night, he lowered the moon to his feet to show the sky what it means to have nothing to lose. She was dying too, but in her own way. Some chose smoking, others alcohol, and some love. She combines all three into lethal doses.
So smiling, so different and yet so intangible. Maybe he has a soul, maybe he doesn't. He had learned to put his heart on standby for an indefinite period. Even the devil envies her. He was the kind of angel he was a long time ago. An angel at the beginning of the road to perdition. An angel who learns to sin perfectly. He was terrified of what her smile was hiding.
She had learned on her skin that caring for people came with suffering. It was a paradox. The people who hide their feelings are the ones who care. She was hiding nothing. Her wickedness and indifference were brutally sincere. Some were still looking for the good side. They were unconscious, thinking they could find something else.
He could have looked at you burning in flames and quietly drank the last glass of water with his eyes twinkling with happiness. Her silence said a lot. That your absence was now unnoticed, that her soul was gone, that there was only her and the rest of the world, that she was not even interested in the rest of the world.
He demanded everything and something more. Always everything, always without half measures. He knew how much he could offer and he knew both the price and the competition. He knew how to make you sell your soul believing that you would receive eternity. What you don't know is that eternity sometimes doesn't last more than a second.
Her name always leaves a bitter mark on the lips of those through whom her life had passed. You could not face a storm like it and remain unchanged. You couldn't lose it and not look for it in everything else. You couldn't forget it when you sold your soul yourself by signing that damn contract.
