I can only say so much about the story that I'm with one
Started thinking and then the words flew automatically into the PC!

The story is dedicated to two people whom I like Rosiel his Alexiel
loved, but never could have loved! T.T

Glass figure

Rosiel sat on his cradle.
He was holding a wine glass in his hand. Slowly he tossed the wine and
here.
Now he was the ruler, the one whom everyone adored and praised.

Only Alexiel had turned away from him. She ignored him again and
again.

"Even now after so long, you still hate me!" said Rosiel with
angry voice and broke the wine glass in his hands.

Blood flowed from his palms. Rosiel sank into the cradle and let go
his hands fall loosely.

One of his servants entered the room. He saw the blood and cried: "Yours
Your Highness ... your hands, they're bleeding! "

Rosiel looked at his palms again and replied in a relaxed voice: "Really? Well ... "
Without getting upset, he let his head sink into the cushion.

The servant ran off and called the doctor, who also brought in new cells
Brought regeneration.

"Katan .... Where are you, child of God Katan? I've lost my way ... please
show me the way ... ", Rosiel said to herself.

"You're talking crazy! Take a rest first, beautiful Rosiel,
the most beautiful of the angels. "said the doctor.

"Yes, that's what they all called me ... all zombies! Monsters I created,
when I implanted my cells in them. All of them couldn't help but me
to say what I wanted to hear ... only Katan was different ... he said it like this,
that I could believe it ... he said it willingly ..... why is he
Run away?! "Rosiel yelled, then collapsed.

The troubled people propped up his fragile body and carried him inside
Bed.

There it lay ..... fragile like the bud of a new shoot, everyone
Breath of air, felt every drop of rain.His body was young, but his mind was old and so he fell more and more into it
Madness.
No wonder, because he lived in a world full of puppets and without love. He
distorted because his sister couldn't even kill him
because she seemed to hate him too much even for that.

People were free and could do what they wanted, even if they did
The end of the world triggered and he couldn't even be his own flesh and blood
touch.
His body could be replaced, repaired, but his soul rotted and
left behind an invisible, odorless stench that every feeling of
Love killed.