Cursed: The Vangel by Mantissa Creed
Frozen in my arms, her lips turn blue black, her eyelids shut, her skin colder than cold. One more beat from her heart, and silence takes over. It’s happening again.
After the secrets, needs, desires, pride, hope and love, who’s to say what’s right or wrong? What’s right can be wrong and vice versa. Circumstances may define rightness. Perhaps, time also plays a big part. What we think wrong now could be right in the next minute, the next hour, day, month or year, century maybe. If that’s the case then there is no right or wrong. However, there is conscience, there is duty, promises, and of course, there’s love. These things define who we are, and how we measure right or wrong. Right? Perhaps, I’m wrong? I could be wrong … maybe just for now … only at this moment.