𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍'𝒔 𝑨𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

Born on November, 19th. He was a black hair, green eyed little bundle of joy. His laugh would fill anyone to the brim with the most delightful feeling ever. Aziel was his name, his parents couldn't be any happier with their tiny bundle of joy.

Of course, good things never seem to last do they? When he was 6, everything he had known came crumbling to the floor before him. Emotions soaked the floor in forms of tears from his father. Aziel couldn't exactly comprehend what exactly had taken place that night, though his father tried to explain as best he could after the strange people in blue clothes left. "Az, please listen to me." The green eyed man looked at his son as he kneeled down, tears still brimming to his eyes. Aziel blinked, standing in front of him.

"Yes, papa?" He asked, tiling his head in confusion. He heard his father take a deep breath as he wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to make his voice as steady as he could. "Az, your mother won't be coming home...okay? It's just us now.."

The boy's eyes widened, that was all he needed to hear to be alarmed "W-What? B-But, she has to come home, Papa! She HAS TO!"

"She can't, Az...I'm so sorry." His steady voice faltered as another wave of emotion washed over him, he stared at his son who wore dinosaur themed pajamas. He wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him in for a long hug, resting his head on top of Aziel's. He listened to his heavy breathing and soft sobbing noises. He closed his eyes, his grip tightening slightly as he fought tears from slipping from his eyes though lost that battle quite quickly at one thought of his wife. Gone, just like that.

Aziel buried his head into his father's white shirt, soaking the fabric with tears. She had to come back! Why had she left? Did he do something wrong? If he fixed it, would she come back? He cried, until his eyes felt like they were on fire. "Why did momma l-leave?" He asked, trying to wipe his eyes to make them stop stinging. "..She didn't have much of a choice, Az. If she could have come back, she would have." His father answered, moving a hand through the boy's hair before whispering. "It'll be okay, love. It'll be okay, I'll take care of you. I promise." Azriel didn't answer, at the moment he only wanted to see, feel, or hear anything from his mother. Memories flooded the small humans mind, memories he didn't or perhaps couldn't focus on. They pulled with a force, making him remember them. Making him relive them. There was one, one he usually thought back to when he was upset. 

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His mother and him had been sitting at the kitchen table drawing a very big Christmas tree drawing on paper. They didn't have much money back then, so this tradition of drawing a tree vs buying one had been started even if later on they had had the money to purchase one for the holidays. They had spent hours together, drawing out each decoration, each light they imagined would go around the tree. And when they were finished, they hung the tree on the wall in the corner of the room and string real lights around it. The warmth and hope his mother brought when times were so dark only further darkened the living room where he stood embraced by his father. 

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 Time passed, he didn't know how long he had stood there crying his eyes out, despite the stinging pain in his eyes. Everything disappeared around him, all he could feel was his own heart shattering into a million little pieces, laid out upon the floor and discarded by his mother. A person he loved so much. How could someone he loved just, leave and never come back? He eventually made his way to his room, where he climbed into his bed. His safe place and curled up under the covers vowing he wouldn't move until Momma came back. This, of course, didn't last as he soon became thirsty from all the crying.

He made his way down the carpeted stairs, his hand on the smooth wooden railing. The house was quiet, other than the creaks and groans the house made on a normal basis. As he turned the corner into the kitchen, he found his father sitting at the table with his hand covering his face. He didn't notice Azriel as he stood in the hallway not far from him. As he moved his hand down his face, Az could tell he had been crying just like him. His eyes were red, very red. He stood there for quite some time, before he was noticed by his father, who jumped at the sight of him. Obviously, surprised.

"Az, do you need something?" His tone sounded close to lifeless. He nodded, pointing to the wooden cupboard that held the drinking glasses.

"Water...please." He mumbled, when his father seemed out of it like this he always took great caution in not doing anything 'wrong'. His father pushed the chair back, getting up from the chair and walking over to the kitchen counter and pulled a plastic purple cup from the cupboard and filled it halfway in the square shaped sink. He handed the cup to Azriel with a small smile before kneeling down and muttering under his breath "I'll take care of you, I promise. Okay? Momma isn't coming back and there isn't anything we can do about it. I'm sorry..." All he received was a small nod from the boy as he drank the water and left back for his room.