My Angel (COMPLETE)

Chapter 67- all the tea is finally spilled

Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

✨✨✨DEATH'S POV Y'ALL✨✨✨

I love him so much

1923 words

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My love's face is full of caution. She shouldn't be scared. She's too sweet to be scared.

I'm the one that should be scared, scared of scaring her away or disappointing her.

"Yes."

She gasped. "Why? You're gorgeous and handsome and all those other things and you're so kind and amazing and stuff."

You are too good to me. "Because you like the way I look doesn't mean I do."

She frowns. She's too lovely to frown. "I suppose... how about you tell me what you don't like then I can love every part so you can love yourself."

She's as sweet as mamá was. If only they could meet each other. If only mamá could come back. She wouldn't recognize me. I miss her and páppa.

My angel's curiosity grows with each passing second. "...I don't like the way I look. I don't look like this or sound like this. I should have been small and scrawny, with different hair and a different face. I hate this curse on my skin, I hate these nails I can't get rid of and these teeth. I don't like the way my back looks or any of the scars that cover me. I can't age, I can't ever die. I'll always look like this for the rest of eternity. I want to be better... for you... I'm not a good person. I hate everything I am and everything I do."

She gets on her knees, between my legs, and puts her hands on my shoulders. "I think you're wrong, mister. You are doing great and you are a great person. You're doing a job that no one wants but it's important. You've been through horrible shit but you're still here, being the best ever person to exist. You are good enough, you make me so happy in ways I didn't know was possible. I didn't know I could live a normal, happy life after a childhood of abuse but you showed me it's possible. You might not like yourself or how you look but you better remember that you are the sweetest, most empathetic and caring guy I know. Remember that I will love you no matter what you do. ... Unless you kill my fish or something but yea."

Her kindness mends me every time. I couldn't live without her. Life without her is sunflowers without the sun, it is not possible. "Thank you."

"Of course. I still have more questions though." She looks at her phone once again. "What was the thing you wanted to find out when you showed me that one memory and you said you might tell me later or never but now, by law, you have to tell me because you said so."

You are so adorable, love. "I wanted to see if you would stay with me, knowing I was a slave."

"Of course I would, silly."

I play with her hair since she's in the way of my Typha picking. The setting sun behind her shades her face so nicely, lights her hair perfectly. The dress she's wearing is perfect for her.

"So... uhm.. Why'd you get kicked out of heaven?"

Don't leave me. This answer could ruin everything. She might never want to see me again, never talk to me again, never love me again. If I don't answer she will be sad. It's a lose lose situation.

"I- uh... I killed... I killed an angel..." I watch to see if she leaves, if she tells me to take her home, tell me to leave her alone.

She is more concerned than anything. "Why?" Her voice is small.