An Angel's Love

Trying To Forget

I still had not fully recovered over the sorrow I felt from being away from my home. The moment we arrived at Michael's small apartment on the borders of the campus, I was reminded of the pain I felt. We walked into a big room with plushed seatings and a big black screen on the wall. He told me to sit, and I did.

He went away but returned shortly and announced "It appears my roommate has already left to the party he was to attend. You don't have to worry about him coming in and bothering you."

I could tell from his face their was something else on his mind, but I couldn't figure out what it was. "Thank you for your kindness, again Michael. You can leave to the party if you would like, I'll be fine here on my own."

I saw him contemplating his decision and I turned away, not wanting to add anymore pressure into his decision.

"I will stay with you. I am not much of a party person anyway." He smiled lightly and took a seat on the cushion infront of mine.

"Are you simply saying that or is that statement true?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I work in a bookstore of all places, when I could work any where within the city. I chose it because it's quite for the most part and relaxes me. I enjoy being surrounded by books, not drunk college students trying to hook up with anyone they can."

I looked at him, I had not expected such thoughts from a man his age. I had always believed such a scene would be any man's dream at the age he was. Maybe he wasn't like other men. But weren't they all the same?

My thoughts were interrupted as he stood up and gestured towards another room. I stood and followed him towards the unknown room. There was a large bed, I assumed I'd be sleeping in.

"Do you have another change of clothes? Or would you like to borrow some." I had already checked the small bag I carried to see what had been given to me; three dresses, two shirts, a few pant like things that had the word 'leggings' on the tag and undergarments. He was watching me with raised eyebrows, waiting for my response.

"Do you have any comfortable pants I may sleep in?" I asked, my voice came out softer than I thought it would. His smile reappeared on his face.

"Is that all?"

"Yes." I said. I looked down, feeling nervous by the way he looked at me. I had this weird feeling in my stomach when our eyes locked, perhaps I was starting to get ill?

He began rummaging through his drawers until he got the pants as well as clothes for himself to change into.

"Sorry, but these sweats will have to do. They're the only one's that might fit you." He said giving me an apologetic smile. I gave him a grateful smile in return.

"Thank you, again." He nodded and gestured towards the door inside the room.

"The restroom is in there, you can change in there if you'd like." He said with a slight nod. I excused myself and went inside to change. When I came back out, no one was in sight. I sat on the side of the bed and looked out the window.

I began to silently cry. I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't know my purpose in this world and I just felt so useless. Maybe they had gotten the wrong angel to come here, because I certainly didn't know what my purpose here was. The hardest part was trying to forget my life to try and adapt to this new one. I hadn't any idea how long I'd be living here, nor how to make the time shorter.

I heard someone open the door to the room, but I did not turn around until I heard the person say my name in a light voice. I wiped my tears and turned to face Michael.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently. I nodded but would not look at him. I kept my head bowed and tried to hide my sadness.

"What's bothering you? You can tel me, I'll try to help you." He offered me a kind smile and looked at me with the same kind eyes.

"I just miss my home, is all." I wasn't lying, because if I had tried it wouldn't have been believable. Angels were not good at lying. I just felt too tired to share everything with him.

"That's okay, we all get homesick at some point. Even I, too, get homesick." I felt as he gently placed his arm over my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me, and it truly did help me. "Where did you say you came from again?" He asked.

I smiled and vaguely replied "I come from a place far far away."

He smiled, a cheeky smile and asked playfully "Like from fairytales, a land called far far away?" I laughed at his childish behavior and nodded.

"Yes, something like that."

He got serious again before asking "What about home is making you sad?" He looked at me with puppy dog eyes, just begging for me to let him in on my secrets.

"It's not about my home, really, it's about trying to forget it. It's- it's harder than I imagined it would be." He pulled me closer to him, so my head were resting on him and his head on mine.

"You shouldn't forget where you came from. That is what makes you who you are, and from what I can tell, you are very special, Elera."

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