My dearest angel,

You win I can no longer deny the sweetness of your voice. I don't want to say the horrid sounds that grow on my tongue. It is these words that control our world. That faithful night may have brought a small smile to my heart. I still find it truly taxing the simplicity of your thoughts. For you the angels weep. Your fallen mercy is now a mournful cry upon their lips. The absence of your smile full of bliss and joy show a broken dream in every saintly figure.

You deny your significance, you deny your beauty, and you plead innocence in a crime beyond your nature to control. Yes your beauty is a crime you perfections are your flaws. My sweet you do not see or will you ever comprehend the artistic rendering your natural crystal glistens at every angel. But it is known your flight can bring the coldest shrine to a bout of desire and sensuality. You have given a broken heart the magic elixir of hope. After years of cruel games and trickery to keep the evil of that gift away, the hope refuses to die that good sir is mastery only perfection can show.

You have shown life to a world long thought dead. Yes, I have loved before but with each experience came a doubt one that has proved true in every end. Though I do not love you I have given you something none other may have. You my blessed have access to my hope. The little flame burnt and frayed is yours to control and only yours.

And so you see for you I shall die in winter, for nature dies in winter too.

He falls to the ground. His father shouts his failures and smacks him lower. She watches frozen in shock. He holds the tears back; they mean a more severe beating. His father continues yelling as he stays down. The pain is too much the tears flow silently across his cheeks as he hides his face from his father. She trembles with rage, nails imprinting crescents in her palms. His father loses interest as he no longer moves. Her eyes widened with horror. She tried to run to him but her legs would not take her.

As his father left the room, his mother walked inside streaks glistened showing where tears once were. His mother picked him up and held him close. "I'm sorry" repeatedly his mother begged his forgiveness. "I'm sorry." He opened his eyes and touched his mothers cheek "it's ok mommy I'm ok." he sat up trembling and stumbled to his bed. "Night mommy I love you." he closed his eyes and went to sleep. His mother left crying a new set of tears.

She watched him sleep in disbelief, how can he forgive his father? How can he be "ok"? She watched his face as the years past by in seconds. From the little boy she never met he grew into the much too young a man she could not help but love today literally in seconds.

His eyes opened to the dawn, confused he sat up and spoke her name and she woke. It was just a dream. She shuttered in her bed a persistent chill embedded in her spine despite the warmth of her blanket combined with the body heat of her little brother. She kissed her little brothers forehead. "You had a nightmare too huh loser face?" her little brother woke and kissed her eyes. She was crying. Her little brother dried her tears with his blanket

She braced herself and left the house ten minutes later. "Oh to joy" she whispered to herself as she walked to her bus stop. Another day of school, another day with people, another day she has to get through just to survive. The images of last night replayed in her mind over, and over again. He may be ok but she never will. "Oh to joy."