Cristina Russo

May you dream of little angels.

Que sueñes con los angelitos.”

He was hot, but not as hot as Zachary. Tall, but not as tall. He smelled good, but not good enough I wanted to bite him.

After everything… She was leaving me?
“Thank you for… Saving my life tonight, but–”
“But you’re leaving.”
She was leaving me.

I kneeled for no one.
Not for my family. Not for forgiveness. Not for mercy.
But the one reason that could’ve gotten me on my knees, was her.

The view of her sleeping peacefully on my chest was priceless, and I quickly came to understand that she was the most valuable thing in my life.

The worst had happened.
I loved the woman.
I was crazy in love with her.

I whispered into the dark, “I love you.”

felt the softest kiss on my cheekbone, followed by a whisper.
“I love you, too.”

God, she was beautiful.
I understood why they called her angel. Though no one ever mentioned she was el ángel de la muerte.