Lies. Lies and slander.

Columbina allowed the poison to take hold of her fragile form, pink orbs meeting toxic green as the man's fingers wiped away the stray tears. "I don't understand. . . I thought that he. . ." The light, once in such a bright gaze, began to become dim.

. . . Grips-

Yes. Indeed. Truthfully, even.

"I would say I missed you too. . . though it felt like we were never apart for me. . ." The circus angel smiled warily, pain in her eyes.

“. . .” The delicate angel gazed deeply into the eyes of the monster, “Do you promise. . . ?” The woman sniffled, trying not to allow herself to break more than she already has.

“If I see it. . . I'll be sure to let you know. . . I'm sorry I ran. . .” Columbina felt sorrow and regret, gently rubbing her thumbs against his porcelain cheeks as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

. . . The Circus Angel nodded before looking down and thinking about what to ask next; “. . . What does he see in this human that makes them desirable. . .?” A glance to meet Harlequin's eyes once more. . .

. . . The woman nodded, allowing him to kiss her hand; “. . . It's just that I thought. . . what we had. . .” She seemed as if she was about to cry. . . but held back.