The Devil's Angel

He stood there staring at her tombstone even though the sun was about to set. He stood there still like a stone as if the time has been stopped for him alone.

Watching him being calm and still is scary, his silence is as scary as the silence before the storm. She died. His love, the girl whom he loved more than anything in this world is no more, yet not even a single tear left his eyes.

Even though he's calm there's something about him which made me realize that he's not mourning for her death but fuming with rage. His red eyes flared with hidden rage against someone, someone who caused her death.

His clenched jaw, red eyes, veins popping out of his neck, and his irregular breathing depicts how cruel death he would be planning for the culprit who murdered his girlfriend aka my best friend.

I wanted to console him, pat his back. I want to let him cry on my shoulder. He doesn't deserve any of this, the man whom I'm witnessing right in front of my eyes is not the person I knew. His bunny smile, his cheerful character, and his lame words just died along with her.

The ring which he brought for her was still in his pocket. He came prepared to propose her with her favorite flowers and the most expensive ring she could ever have, but all his plans went in vain and the day which he planned to make it memorable turned into something which he wanted to erase.

He fell on his knees right when he heard her being dead. The flowers which he brought for her were now withered totally just like his smile and laugh.

It pains. It pains watching your loved one's getting hurt. Just imagining him getting heartbroken makes me feel pathetic, I couldn't do anything to make it erase. His pain! I wanted to lift that thing off his heart.

"Let's go! I think we need to give him some time to be alone." a familiar voice caught my attention making me face him.

"Aaron! I miss her! She's not going to come back. The girl with whom I used to talk, the girl with whom I used to share my secrets with, the girl whom I used to call my sis is no more. I'm her best friend, I couldn't handle her not being by my side, how do you think he would handle the situation all by himself?"

"I will be with him! It's already night Amara! You need to go!" I heard Skyler rejecting my thoughts of staying along with him.

"You hate him sky!" he exhaled deeply processing my words which were nothing but facts.

"You still love him! That Tristan guy, you still like him right?" For a fraction of seconds, I forgot how to breathe. Aaron's always been a man who would read you like a book even though he seems like he doesn't care. And sometimes I hate him doing that, like right now.

It's not his fault knowing a lot about me, it's mine! I don't like it when people read me as if I'm transparent. There are some secrets which you wouldn't like to share with anyone. And Tristan is one of them. He's my secret which I would like to carry it to my grave. But Skyler and Aaron knows about each and everything that happens in my life and my love for Tristan is not an exception.

I have never confessed to him neither I have any intention to do it in the future. Something's must be left as they were used to be.

"I don't know! You can say that I care about him. Watching his cheerful self getting vanished makes me feel like shit!" I just whispered lowly staring at his figure near her tomb.

"I think he has someone to care of him!" upon hearing Skyler's words I shifted my attention to the tall man who just laid his hand over Tristan's shoulder and kept patting his back.

He looked like a doctor and it made me relieved. I just saw how carefully he took Tristan along with him. I'm relieved that he has someone to care for him.

I didn't know that I'm pitying the most dangerous man in my life. I didn't know that the man whom I loved will be the one whom I would despise the most.