Azrail's Daughter

Just like I had enjoyed exploring all the places, to which I had gone, in my school years,
I had enjoyed exploring myself, and others.
Just, like I had enjoyed, the feeling she gave me, that time.
Her clothes had changed.
Leaving her, with an entirely new excitement.
Maybe I could make coins out of the experience?
Or just enjoy building upon, or ruining others designs?
Since much of what had made the designs special, ahd gone in the proces, they may say?
Not that this was bothering me.
What I cared about, is the joy I felt, the surprice, the girls felt.
These kinds of things, I had realised, is what I'm made of?
Naturally, I had come back.
Standing outside that very store.
Doing exactlky what I had done then.
Elisiting, exactly the same range of emotions.
Maybe they had paid deerly for the suits?
Yet, this made these suits even more special.
Taking theis, as a very special reward.
More worthy of my time, then the money I could have made out of it.