An excerpt from a novel I am currently working on. I would love any feedback.
“I promised her I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her ever again. I failed her. In more ways than one. She
made me believe that angels are real, because she is one herself. She gave me a purpose in life, despite what
my purpose already is. My life was colorless, dull. Earth moved slow, nothing really mattered. When she
walked into my life, everything became vivid and the world moved faster than I ever thought it could. I owe
her everything, and I have neglected my promises, and duty. I don’t deserve her in anyway. She’ll never
forgive me for any of it, and I don’t blame her.”