Saved by an Angel

11:57PM

11:57.

Sitting on a couch near the window, Halo stared out at the city.

It stretched far and wide, measuring the horizon with its proud and tall buildings, defying the absolute darkness above it. With their own lights, they replaced the stars, a job they agreed to eagerly as they glittered.

A murky haze hovered just over this captivating sight, reeking of smoke, as they reminded the people that piled the streets and inhabited this place of its foulness, its dirty ways, dark alleys, and especially of its fearsome shadows within each of its corners, ready to capture any of those who dared to pass.

Frigid breezes blew by, bringing the sounds of the metropolis, of angry vehicles and hectic people, with the putrid scent of pollution, into her room.

Glancing at the bedside table, she noticed a piece of paper and a nearby pen. What if she wrote a -- nah. No one will probably even read it.

She revisited the scene of the metropolis, pasting it in her mind. She made sure it's the last beautiful thing she'll ever see.

Her gaze shifted below, five stories down of the apartment building, to see the empty and silent street of her neighbourhood, one of the quietest parts of the city. Nothing was to be heard and no one was awake. No one will hear her. No one will see her.

She was safe.

The pavement below was grimy, marked with the steps of dirty shoe soles, alongside the tracks of mysterious creatures, and littered with debris. It still managed to look inviting, a place fit for a useless being, such as she, to land.