“Tell them,” whispered Luziel. “Tell them that being seen by one angel is enough.”
“He didn’t abandon you,” said the angel. “He never noticed you to begin with. You are like the pattern of frost on a window. Beautiful, fleeting, accidental. I loved you anyway. That is my sin.” Melancholie der engel AKA The Angels Melancholy
“Worse. I am the one who remembers.” “Tell them,” whispered Luziel
“That sounds like hell,” said the deserter. ” said the deserter.