Loving her was completely irrational. Then again, so was everything else. The destruction of my city, my sudden outbursts of anger, my blood, sweat, tears and wings are all completely irrational. I guess that bad luck is the price when it comes to loving a witch. The darkness of night rules the light of the day, and I'm not going to change it. I made it so.
Fiction: Supernatural - Rated: T - English - Supernatural/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 167 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 6/19/2013