Saram

„Look mommy ! There's someone lying on the ground", the little kid sad with curiosity in his voice. He wanted to know who that guy was and why he was lying so lifelessly in the middle of the street .

The kid felt it. The strange aura that was coming from this man. It was almost as if something pulled him to the unfamiliar body. As he was nearing himself to the unconscious man his mother stopped him by gripping his wrist gently. " Don't go" , she said sounding scared. The mother was shivering, eyes looking straight to the men on the ground. But why was the kid feeling like this? Why was this strange man so welcoming to him. He was 11 for gods sake. He should know that strangers meant danger. Yet the little boy made its way to the men. Hesitantly and slowly. Step by step until there was not much space left between them.

Now he was looking down staring at the beautiful face of the body still lying on the ground. It was weird because he had wings made out of soft feathers. It was even weirder because his face looked exactly like the face of the little boy. "So pretty" , was the only words that left his little mouth. He was mesmerized. He was stunned. Never in his life had he seen such a breath taking creature. Although his face looked exactly like this mans. This unknown person on the ground had something ethereal.

Like an angel thought the naive boy. He looked like those angels in fairy tails. He looked exactly like how he imagined angels to look like. The only difference that bothered the little guy were his broken wings. The once so glamorous wings were now broken and turning dark.
The boy felt his own back aching as if he was the one going through the pain.
His little self couldn't understand this situation well. Who is this guy ? Why isn't he waking up? He could barely hear the screams of his mother , begging him to come back. The boy was being absorbed by this not so human like man.
Suddenly the man with the broken wings opened his eyes. How was it possible that someone like him could get even more beautiful. His eyes were a mix of beautiful colors , with every blink of an eye they changed colors. A few seconds later it settled to a goldish tone , like fluid caramel and honey. His eyes were like the night sky ,blinking as if it had thousand of stars in it.
The man slowly stood up. Face groaning with pain caused by his broken wings. He was no longer lying on the ground instead he was sitting in a position where he supported himself with his hands.
Then he looked at the little boy. His aura changed immediately. Almost as if he recognized the boy who was still looking down at him with a gaping mouth. "Aiden ?" the mans voice was as smooth as butter. He only sad one word but that was enough to put the boy in a hypnotic kind of state. " Aiden" , the man said again, now sounding more confident about his assumption. "Huh... ahm..yes that's me" .

Then suddenly two strong arms wrapped around the boy and hugged him tight. " Son , I missed you so much" , the wounded man said. And that's when it hit Aiden. This man was his father. Aiden closed his eyes and all the memories of him and his father rushed back. It was as if the memories had hidden themselves from him and now they had decided to show themselves again. He could feel his shoulder getting lightly wet. The man in front of him was crying. Aiden panicked a little not knowing what to do but then he managed to lift his arm up to be able to hug the crying mess . "Stop crying" , Aiden said reassuringly. It broke his heart that his so called father was crying as if he was hurting so badly. Why was he being so attached to this unknown man ?Was it really his own father? They looked the same... but he wasn't human. "Are you really my father?" , he asked hesitantly. Silence. Silence was the only thing that could be heard. Then out of the blue the man answered: " Yes. Yes. I am that person." Aiden was sure. He found him. The person he was searching for endlessly. He felt complete as if this man was his last missing piece of a puzzle. He didn't realize that he was now holding the man tighter, like he didn't want to let go again. It was a connection which was not meant to break. A connection stronger than iron. He didn't care if this man wasn't human. He didn't care if he was an angel. He just wanted to be next to him. He didn't even know his name. He didn't even know him. It was strange. He was a stranger but yet so familiar.
"Saram is my name" , "I am an angel.....I was an angel". Ah so he really wasn't human , Aiden thought to himself. But why was he lying on the ground? Why wasn't he in heaven?
"What are you doing here then?" " shouldn't you be by god".
" I should but you know .. I am broken."

Authors note:

:) thanks for reading

( should I continue the story?)