An Angel's Love

Focus

It had been about three month since Michael and I had ended things, and I still felt the agonizing pain when memories of him flooded my mind.

I still wanted more than anything to run to him, find him. Be with him once more, in his arms where I felt nothing but safe. I missed the way his taller figure towered over my much smaller one when he enveloped me in his embrace. I miss the way he would smile at me from across our room, when he still slept on the sofa and I on his bed, the moonlight illuminating his face, allowing me to see his smile, with those dimples of his that I liked so much. But I no longer had any of that. All I had now was a job. That, and a small hope inside me that maybe, Michael meant what he said the last time I saw him, before I left.

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"Good-bye, Grace," I spoke, my voice shaky. Gosh, I was going to miss this girl.

"I'm going to miss you so much, Elera," she said. I stepped close enough so we could embrace.

"Me too," I whispered to her. We had really bonded this past month, especially after living together. We had shared a lot together, and I really considered her a true friend of mine.

But I was moving now, to be on my own. It was the only way to stay focused, really.

Honestly, living with Grace was fun, but I still was not at peace. Not with Zach and Michael stopping by all the time-they were friends after all- while I hid in my room or went out.

I needed to get away, to start again. I needed to complete the task at hand, and quite frankly, that could not happen if I was always being reminded of Michael. He was too great of a temptation, a distraction, from my real purpose.

So I made the decision to move. I chose to move to New York. Being an angel, it was easy to find a job. I had gone to look for a job last week with Grace and I got hired at a small coffee shop as an entertainer. It was easy, really. I had a good singing voice and apparently I was very charismatic, which meant I easily landed the job.

I was going to live in a small apartment, one I could barely afford. It had an okay view but it was cozy. Grace had helped me pick it out. Lately, she had been a great help.

On my last night, Grace had set up a small get together, consisting of us and two friends I had made at Stanford, Amber and Riley. Amber was athletic and had medium length light brown hair. She had piecing dark green eyes and freckles. Riley was also athletic, but artistic as well. Her hair was dyed a pastel purple and she had thick eyebrows with big brown eyes. They were honestly really great friends, and Riley planned on moving to New York some day, and hoped we would meet there. We would still keep in touch, but it was not the same.

We were all bundled up in blankets on the big sofa in the living room, squished together. It was surprisingly really securing, like we all had each other's backs, we were there for each other. I rested my head on Riley's shoulder while hers was on Amber's, as was Grace's.

We watched The Last Song, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and A Cinderella Story. We had a variety of different candy, along with some popcorn, ice cream and slurpees. It really was a nice night. No, it was not grand and spectacular, a breathtaking adventure, but it was simple. It was- as I'd later find out-a night I would always remember.

At around eleven p.m., we headed out. Grace had on a black and white flannel with a navy blue crop top, a tattoo choker and her favorite light washed denim shorts. Amber wore a loose copper pink crop top and dark blue shorts. Riley wore her black Doc Martens with knee high socks and a baby blue skater dress. I wore my red Doc Martens with crew socks, where the lace peaked out at the edge of my boots. I had on a black long sleeve and a black and white floral skirt. For my makeup, I had gel eyeliner and made a wing at the end, I did my usual makeup and added some red lipstick.