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I was standing outside my first period class; it was at the complete back of the school. I felt safer their no one could really hurt me here, unless they wanted to get in trouble with the teacher as a consequence. Another reason I had chosen to stay hear is because it was one of the closest places to the bus stop, where I was hoping I could see the angel again.

I waited silently looking around the corner once in a while every time I heard the screech of the bus’s breaks. The last bus came, and went. But the angel with a demons name never appeared.

“Waiting for someone?” A soothing voice asked. I squeaked in surprise, and quickly spun around. There he was towering up above me; tall enough to reach the heavens where he belonged. He was wearing a black Atreyu band shirt, and tight black jeans, his boxers slightly protruding over the top. The black made him seem so much taller and thinner, like he could just be blown over by a small wisp of wind. The outfit seemed to counter my thoughts of an angel but then again who knows what an angel truly looks like.

“Oh, um. I was waiting for you.” I whispered, looking away from his dark beauty, and down to the ground.

“Oh, well I’m honored that you would wait for me.” He said giving me a slight smile. I couldn’t help but slightly blush he was just so perfect; beautiful beyond all comprehension. “So is this your first class?” He asked looking at the doors if it would give him the answer.

“Yes.” I said simply looking up at him. I felt stupid for not being able to give him a better, more intellectual answer. He just smiled, not looking at me, or at the door anymore. He was just looking; looking out into some never ending space that my mind would never be able to fathom. “Are you ok?” I asked with a hint of worry in my already quiet and shy voice.

He shook his head. His hair swaying slightly with the force, but still going back to its original position; covering one of his eyes, while I was able to see the shining of the ice within the visible one, lightly encircled by a deep black. “Yeah I just got a lot on my mind.” He said turning his head to look back at me; leaving his personal world.

“Like what?” I asked curiously standing up.

“Oh it’s really nothing to be worried about; just some shit at home.” He said sighing. “But it’s really ok.” He said really trying to convince me, after seeing the moment of terror that whipped across my face.

“No Angels can’t be hurt like a demon like me. It can’t be the same, please don’t let it be the same.” I thought desperately thoughts running through my mind, thoughts on weather I should question about it further, or give away some of my torment; and the thoughts I desperately wished would disappear. The thoughts of me being tortured but in my place, it was him their, the beautiful angel being beaten over and over. I desperately tried to drown these thoughts with more reasonable ones. “I have problems with my family also.” I whispered lowering my head; tears were starting to well in my eyes from all the countless memories. I didn’t want him, or anyone to see me cry. “There abusive.” I whispered slightly hoping he wouldn’t hear; still not daring to look up as a tear slowly descended from my eye and onto my cheeks. I didn’t hear his reply, I thought he had left. “Of course he would why should he care what happened to me?” I slowly lifted my head. He was still standing there; he looked into my eyes, which were now slightly red, and the natural brown was slowly turning into a mix of green and brown, giving it the image as if you were looking into a deep forest. He saw the tears. I saw the worry enter his perfect Ice eyes, and once again I melted in them. He stepped closer to me. This was it I knew if I told anyone I would be punished, it wasn’t my right to tell, I was prepared to be struck down once again, to be hated by one more person, to just fall back into my original hell. I braced myself for the impact, it never came, but the feeling of his strong arms wrapping around me, and pulling me closer to him did. I was shocked I couldn’t ever remember having anyone ever embrace me like this. I loosened my body letting my self be taken over by his warmth, his protection. I let the tears come, they came from the sadness, and hurt of the memories, and they came from the feeling I was having the feeling as if I had finally been found and of being finally wanted. He continued to hug me even though I cried, he held me softly but still never faltered in his embrace, it was as if he was a barrier that blocked out all the pain and hate was slowly being replacing with one of warmth and something else that I couldn’t explain. The word “love” slipped into my head but I immediately dismissed it and was replaced by another word “pity” it wasn’t love it was pity he was showing me. It just had to be, but the word “love” stayed there, like the one flame that no matter how hard the wind tries to blow it out it refuses, because it knows it has to lead the passing travelers to the safety of their destination.

The tears slowed, and finally stopped, I didn’t want to let go, I liked this feeling to much I wanted it to last, but I new it couldn’t, no matter how much I might ever want it to. I pulled myself closer to him for a brief moment before pulling away. But he still held me, I looked up I could see both his eyes now, the brilliant blue, it melted me. But they weren’t both blue the other was a gold. It was bright almost luminous. It seemed to shimmer even though the sun couldn’t reach his face through the veil of hair surrounding his face, I felt something fall lightly onto my cheek, The shimmering was coming from not the sun that seemed to pale in the comparison of this new wonder I was gazing into, but from the tears he was trying to hide, but just that one betrayed him.

I felt scared, sad, confused, and so many other feelings there was no way I could ever list them all. “Had I made him cry was it my fault? Had I made this angel cry?” “I’m sorry.” Was all I could say through the stream of emotions that seemed to be shrouding my words.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked me confused loosening his grip a little more. I stepped back, and broke though the warm chain he had created. I immediately felt the cold of the hell I was damned to engulf me again.

“I made you cry didn’t I?” I asked confused, and the words still came but even more difficultly as my throat seemed to be closing its self off completely.

He raised his eyebrows questioningly. “Why would you think you made me cry?” He brushed his hair back over his one golden eye. I wished he hadn’t, I had never seen anything so different, and mysterious, it was almost alluring. Almost more so than the cold warmth that puzzled me in the endless blue that laid within his now only showing eye.

“Because when you came close to me, you started to cry.” I whispered sheepishly, looking at him but not meeting his eyes again.

He started to chuckle, I looked up confused he was shaking slightly with suppressed laughter. “No, no it wasn’t your fault at all if anything you made me feel better. I was crying because of…” he stopped and went back to being lost in his world.

I didn’t press the matter anymore it wasn’t my place to say, or ask about his incomprehensible world he let himself be engulfed by. But I couldn’t help but feel the slight pang of sadness, for I wished he would tell me. Because to me it was impossible to perceive what could make an angel cry. Impossible except for that one thought I was not going to let myself even begin to imagine, to ever be true. “Your eyes, their beautiful; I’ve never seen eyes like yours.” I immediately covered my mouth why had that question escaped me, how had it seeped through the cracks of my smothered throat.

Again I seemed to pull him from his world he looked down at me with an expression I couldn’t quiet decipher, their was a slight sadness, and what seemed to be of shock. “You saw?” he asked sounding slightly stunned, and ashamed. I nodded. He turned his face away. “My family hates me for it, they say it’s a curse, not natural; people look at me disgusted when they see it, they hate me for it.” He paused and looked back at me. “You actually think it’s beautiful?” He asked slightly quizzically, as if I was playing a trick on him. Again I simply nodded in my reply; lowering my head embarrassed form the question I asked, and the way I described how I felt about his eye. And again he formed the warm bond that seemed like it could never be broken. But it broke quickly this time. “Thank you.” He said smiling gratefully down at me and once again the gold of the eye was visible and I seemed to be lost in the warmth of the ice from the one eye, and transfixed with wonder by the other. But then he turned, and walked away. I felt confused and hurt; hurt in a different way. A way that I wasn’t used to.

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