[ WP ] You were born with a strange gift - When looking at someone you can see their sins over their heads , even the smallest . One day you suddenly see a person with no sins over their head .

She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. 
 
 Margaret, her name. Maggie for short, and the one of the two she preferred. I'd have called her `` Major Wigglesworth'' or something equally ridiculous if it was what she wanted - I'd have given her anything her pure heart desired. Why was she so beautiful? Well, you see, I was born with a strange gift. I've long theorized on why I have it, but it boils down to the fact that I can see the sins they've committed in their life floating over their head in a bright red font. The longer the list, the smaller the text, but I do n't really need to read them, though. I understand them in an instant, like a computer receiving the commands of a keyboard: my eyes locking with the text being the pressing of a key, the information flooding my mind being the resulting letter. 
 
 She was so beautiful because up until the moment she died, she was the only person I had ever seen with nothing but air over the top of her head. 
 
 Up until that moment, every single human being I had ever come across had SOMETHING. Minor or major. Even myself. Not her, though. As we got to know each other, that empty space over her head never filled, not until the end of things. I loved her so dearly, and I like to think she loved me too. I envisioned a future with her - I called her my angel, for more reasons than she knew. I wanted to call her my wife. I wanted her to be the mother of my children, to teach them the secret to her beauty so that they might be the same. I wanted to grow old with her and have her show me how to make sure the list over my head never expanded. 
 
 But that never happened. 
 
 We dated for a while. But I could always tell there was something off about her, even if I completely blocked it out in my infatuation. Not something wrong about HER, but something wrong about her mind. Until one day, I decided to surprise her. Show up at her house with a bouquet of roses, unannounced, a diamond ring in my pocket. I was going to propose to her. 
 
 But just as my finger was about to hit the doorbell, I heard an incredibly loud sound. A gunshot. 
 
 I dropped the roses and kicked in the door, prepared to eviscerate whoever dared to try and harm my angel. I knew it then and there- I was going to kill them. My rage was unparalleled, my mind filled with a white-hot anger. But when that door flew open, I was blinded by the brightest light I had ever seen in my life, and it was the first sin that I simply could not comprehend. 
 
 I stumbled through the light, navigating my way through the house and calling her name. Begging her to still be okay, telling whoever had tried to harm her that I was coming and that they were going to die. I found her, after what felt like hours of sobbing, searching and cursing God. I guess I really did understand what happened. What that bright red sin that flooded my angel's house was. I just did n't want to accept it. 
 
 I found Maggie dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. She had killed herself - the only unforgivable sin. It was that day that I understood something that I wish I had known earlier... 
 
 It is the kindest people in the world who hurt the most.
