Leaping Over Fences by Chiara Salmorin
To understand one another, words are superfluous. A match made out of heaven, no? The angel was walking towards the altar, she’s someone au fait to him The Bride of Lamentation... Her fate had been tied with loneliness from the very time she was born that is why he promised himself to release her to cut the thread that connects her to grief. But she didn’t let him. She had always been a puppet to them being controlled all the time, following whatever was thrown to her. A lifeless puppet. A still doll. Even if he wasn’t able to be the blade that cuts the thread he’d try to be the knot instead. He’d do everything to at least lessen - pause protect her from the tyranny of grief. Even though he wasn’t able to take role of the prince in white horse At least he’ll be the Knight in shining armor.