Ablackwing

"Why do you always look down on your gifts?" Black asked sincerely.

"Because they're just so... Ordinary..."

"They're special..."

"I don't think so," I replied truthfully, hoping he'll understand it.

"The night I met you, the weather was cold. It looked like it will start snowing soon. I only had this thin coat on. I was shivering in cold. You were not wearing many warm clothes either. Yet you pulled your scarf off and wrapped it around me. The second you put it on me, it felt so nice and sweet. My heart felt so warm."

"But that wasn't the case with the sweater. That was ordinary enough to the level of being an embarrassment."

"I was thinking of getting myself a sweater and you brought it for me on that very day. And I feel the same kind of warmth in it. It's so adorable to know that my angel was thinking of me. What else can I feel more precious than these?"

I had no idea what to say. I accepted my defeat with silence. Why was my angel that sweet? I was sure I'll die of diabetes one day, if not of a heart attack.