Work by quincey [ Angel's page]
I was crying when I first saw her. Well, saw isn’t really the term. I was questioning my sanity as I watched her humanoid(-ish) figure descend into my room through the blurry filter my tears caused. Her natural light piercing my retinas didn’t help either. I already suffered through an abnormally shitty day, some glowing chick with wings wasn’t really phasing me. But still, I had to give her credit, her entrance was about as flashy as you could get, heavenly light and hovering above cotton-candy clouds, it was just her audience not putting out.
She didn’t say anything; I didn’t want her to. I didn’t tell her what was wrong, she already knew. I was thankful for that; it was nice to not have to explain myself for once. It was nice to be understood. She plopped down next to me, strangely human in her movements. Draping an arm around my shoulders she tucked my head under her neck. I wasn’t afraid of ruining her shirt (robe thing?) and I knew she wouldn’t mind either way. I wasn’t afraid of going all out, yelling, cursing, sobbing, pounding, gripping her shirt. I knew she wound understand, she would accept it, she would accept me.
She didn’t say anything after either. We sat there for hours, minutes, days I don’t know. I didn’t care. I needed her and she stayed. She stayed. Whether she stayed for me or for her job or simply because she had nothing better to do, she stayed. But I knew she couldn’t forever. Neither could I. We had both overstayed our welcome, we had to say goodbye. So I watched her walk (fly?) away. Watched as her form got smaller and smaller until finally, I was alone. And alone I got up and went to prepare for the next day ahead.