"How can someone love me when I'm not real?"
Turning her head she looked up into the angel's eyes. She was only here because humans had created her. She was a figment of their imagination, nothing more. Yet this angel told her how his master loved her. To some people she was a goddess to others an angel. The truth was she was nothing. This world was built by lies, and everyone believed them.
The angel looked down at the young maiden. His eyes were full of grief. So many people thought only humans suffered, yet everything did. He wondered how people could survive for so long without love.
"Many people believe different things. The fact that you are here should be enough proof that someone loves you. After all, you are still alive. Isn't that enough proof?"
As the girl looked down her pink hair covered her face. He hadn't answered her question. She wondered if she had been ready to meet him again. He was always like that. Looking up again she stood up.
"You should remember you are talking to someone who kills people, and I consider their death a gift to the world and them."
The angel looked down. Noir really never changed. She loved killing, that was how she had been created. He had been created to love, and to heal. He was able to cure most things, but a broken heart was the hardest. Specially if it was the one of the person he loved.
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