"Oh Look, Finally some good Christian Stories."

Trying to make it better.

This is an Abel x Mallory angst fanfic I made for fun, enjoy:

Abel was guilty.

He sat on the couch, contemplating. He noticed how Mallory looked at him, seeing the fear in her eyes. It had been 9 days after the little incident. He tried to mercy kill Mallory, to get rid of her pain. It was a stupid ass move.. and he got his second strike from heaven because of it. He loved Mallory but he just didn't want to see her in pain... Now, all he CAN see from her is fear.

He wanted to make things better in their relationship. Abel was told to just forget about what happened and start over, but why did he feel like this wasn't over? The angel hated how quiet it was between them now. He hated not being able to sleep at night because of guilt. The more he says "sorry", trying to convince his mind that Mallory's forgiveness was genuine, the more it started to annoy Mallory.

"What have I done.." Abel would say to himself, tearing up. He didn't want to lose Mallory. She was the best thing he's had with him since his godfather's and heaven.

He thought to himself, "Maybe if I just.. apologize again, I won't feel like this.." Thinking of it though, he shook his head. He already apologized numerous times and still felt that broken feeling in his heart.

"I just.. wish I could do something special.." He thought about that for a second, "Something.. special.. that's it!"

Abel had ideas on how he could do something special for Mallory. He thought about it in his head, all of the things that he could do to make her happy. He could set up a dinner, give her goods and presents, have a glass of wine.. or maybe he could do all of those. He remembered the night when the two got drunk, resulting in his second strike. Abel didn't care if he got another strike, he just wanted to make Mallory happy. He remembered how happy she was when it happened.

He would get up off of the couch, pleased as he headed to the chicken. He tapped his chin, thinking of what he could cook. He moved everything that was on the table currently, tapping the wood as a white cloth appear on it. He placed a vase with flowers on the table, taking a few plates and setting them down.

He spawned a few of the foods that the two ate at the last dinner, along with some glasses of wine. He looked around the kitchen, wondering what else he could have. It was a while since Abel felt this happy in doing something like this. The broken pieces that he felt in his heart were reforming. He enjoyed trying to make Mallory happy, trying to make her impressed, trying to make her.. not fear him.

The kitchen looked lively now. He smiled, proud of his work.. but he still didn't feel content.

"Oh- right! The room-.."

Abel would head upstairs, going to Mallory's room. He looked around, thinking about how he could make it look more romantic for when Mallory came home. A book would appear in his hands.

"How do I make this a good gift.." He mumbled to himself as he skimmed over the book. He stopped, his eyebrows raising a bit as he closed the book.

"O-oh.." He sorta looked down at himself, "...Scratch that then." He sighed.

He walked over to the dresser, placing a few fresh candles on it and lighting them up. He would make a trail of rose petals towards the door. Making sure the room was clean, he snapped his fingers and any sort of nick nack or crumb would vanish.

"I guess this is accurate to what the book said.." He thought, beginning to walk out. He accidentally kicked something.

He hissed in pain, "Shit!- What the.."

There'd be a book on the floor. He tilted his head picking it up out of curiosity, "I thought I cleaned everything up off the floor..."

He felt guilty for even having this book in his hands since it looked like a private journal that Mallory had. He opened it anyway.. maybe Mallory wouldn't know.