There was a young girl who loved the world. She was so young and knew barely a thing about the world, but she still had so much love for it. The world around her was beautiful, and she loved it more and more.

Oh, dearest God, how I were young and naive and stupid... So stupid to believe, to get close. No, it wasn't love, thank Gods for that, no, it was something more dangerous. Trust in others was my doom. Yes, it was my mistake to trust them, but was it wrong to trust those that are closest to us? Even if you fall because of them, you would still choose the same, because that is what loving and trusting others means. The God himself love unconditionally, so why wouldn't the humas. But, the thing is... I am not a human, and I thank the Lord for that. Not even once I have been wanting to become one of them. Not even for a moment, and I don't regret it. The only thing I regret is my wish to help them and live amongst them.

Now that I am lying down on a cold, hard ground, choking on my last breath, I remember that I were scared of them. Scared of those punny little humans, when I were so much more powerful than them. Funny thing, isn't it? But the funniest thing is that when I were good to them, I expected nothing in return. Just a few moments of peace under the sun, a right to feel the same warmth as them. But no, they had to take it from me. It was then that I lost my freedom.

It is now that I am losing my life.

And I curse you all who betrayed me. You will regret it.