I’ve fallen in love with an angel.

She blinded me with her beauty; her wings were so white it was as if they had a light of their own. I’m getting used to the cane, but it has made it more difficult to meet up with her in areas which I’m not familiar with.

She’s going back to heaven soon which is sort of the problem; it’s the reason I’m here. You see, I’d like you to kill me. Because then it won’t be suicide and then I might have a chance. And just in case it doesn’t work, could you give her my heart?