An Angel's Love

Explanations

It was the next morning, the day I would have to explain things to her.

I woke up first, but didn't move. I looked down at her and kissed her cheek. I hugged her tight, feeling grateful she was finally by my side. It had taken a year, but she was finally here.

After a few moments, she began to move, and I turned to see her awake, smiling back at me.

"Good morning," she said sleepily.

"Good morning beautiful," I said back. "Do you want breakfast?" I asked. She nodded. "All right, I'll go make it."

I started getting out of bed, but I felt her hand gently stroke the back of my arm. I leaned back in bed and sat down. I picked her up and sat her on my lap. I felt her head nuzzle between the crook of my neck and hugged her close.

"I know," I heard myself say. I hadn't planned to tell her like that, but the words had already escaped.

"Know what?" She asked. I could feel her tensing beside me, but she had no reason to. I knew, and it didn't change anything.

"I thought their was something different about you," I laughed slightly and shook my head. I looked up and kept my gaze on the window, and all the lights outside. "I knew it. But I never would have believed you were this different. Angel."

She looked at me in disbelief, but remained silent.

"When we first met, you told me what your name was and I asked what language it was in. I looked up the meaning, but thought it was pure coincidence. I remember the day you left. Not to New York, but when you left me. I chased after you saw me kiss Tiffany, that much was true. But their was more to the story. The truth is.. I had an encounter with someone that day. I had gone to the park that day after work to read, and I met someone. Peter, he said was his name. And he revealed to me things about you. And most importantly, he warned me about falling in love with you.

"He said to stay away, no matter the pain. He said we would eventually be split apart, that I would be hurting you by making you stay with me." I chuckled. "Except, it only made me more scared to lose you. Then Tiffany showed up that night and I was positive Peter had done it so you and we wouldn't be together. But I just.. I couldn't let you go. I still can't. "

I finally dared to take a glimpse at her. Her hair was covering her face on the right side, and her eyes looked outside with content.

"That's why you were so protective. After that night, you seemed so much more careful with me." She looked at me, and I saw a sparkle in her eyes I had never seen before, and it captivated me.

"I couldn't let you get hurt," I said simply.

"Then how come you did? I would've moved in with you and done it all with you, but you didn't want it."

"I did-"

"No, you didn't," she said. Her voice was trembling, but she still had a smile on her lips. "If you did, then you wouldn't have acted so indifferently towards me during that time. You would have been thrilled we were moving into a place together, just the two of us."

I felt my jaw tense as she said this. Not because I was mad at her, but because I was mad at myself. Had I really never explained this to her?

"Elera, the only reason I didn't want to was because I was scared it would ruin things between us. Back in England, I moved into a place with my girlfriend Phoebe. It was really bad for our relationship, we were so young. We didn't know what we were doing, and it ultimately tore us apart. I feared the same would happen to us."

She exhaled a deep breath she had been holding in. "Then why didn't you say anything?"

"I still wanted to be with you. But I guess not saying anything had the same result, didn't it?" She shrugged.