How An Angel Dies

She had so much potential. She could ruin everything that I have worked for for the past twenty-two years of my life. It’s not her fault, the little sweetheart; however, I have to break her. I picked up my phone and texted her to come into my office. Since a part of her I still controlled, she responded within seconds that she would be down right away.

I heard a knock on my glass door.

“Come in” I called. A pair of naïve Bambi brown eyes and chocolate hair entered my office.