For the Love of an Angel//Ed Sheeran

Chapter 10

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It was hard to love and lose. I've watched countless movies and read countless books that all said the same thing: love and loss was a natural part of romance. However, it always seemed as if the antagonist were the ones saying it, hoping to shake the lover free from whatever "evil" spell that he or she had been under.

Every book had an up, a climbing, where the love and passion were as hot as wild fire flames, and then they had a downfall, when the man lets his heart lead him astray, or the girl's jealous sister breaks them up. That was love and loss. I didn't want my love life to feel like a cliche romance, but that's how it was feeling, I have a little more realistic.

I would never be with Ed. The chances of coming up on top were slim to nothing. The reasons we would never make it were more because of a higher power than simply my parents telling me that our relationship would crash. I prayed asking to be with Ed, but things seemed more and more impossible with each day. I wasn't giving up on us, I was trying to give him a real fighting chance with someone who wasn't me.

At Sunday service, my father welcomed me back to faith, and I had to feel the burn of what seemed like a thousand states, accusing me of things I didn't even want to think about.

Whore.

Non believer.

Fornicator.

I wasn't any of those thing in all honesty. I had just lost my way, and my way led me to Ed. Being with Ed never felt wrong or dirty. Being with Ed felt as right as the rain, but a patently I still a child, and I needed people to guide me.

My cheeks burned with shame and I looked down at my hands, feeling my eyes water. "Ariel?" My father said into the microphone, calling me out yet again. I had hardly recovered from his "welcome back" speech, and I wanted to be left alone for a moment to let all of it sink in.

Being welcomed into faith meant standing in the middle of all the church goers as they held hands and sang a hymn. No one asked why I needed to be welcome back, nor did they ask why I left in the first place. They all knew that one way or another it had to do with the red headed man I had been seen with more than a few times.

My father handed me my keys after service. He placed his hand on my shoulder. "Bryan wants to take you somewhere tonight." He informed me, and I resisted the urge to throw up. I nodded as I found Bryan, how was holding his keys as well. My shoulders sagged as I made my way over to him, my heart crumbling like a stale pastry with every step. I dropped my keys into my purse and hiked the strap up.

"I want to take you to dinner," Bryan confirmed my fears. "Maybe this time it will be better than the last."

He walked me to his car and we both got in. He drove us to the same restaurant as last time, but instead of ordering dessert first like I did the time before, I ordered chicken and sat quietly, waiting for the food to arrive.

"Are you thinking about him?" He asked me suddenly making me look up from where I was eating the ice melt in my near empty cup of lemonade. I had in fact been thinking about him. My mind had begun to put pieces of his together, remembering his soft touch, bus warm body protecting my own.

"No," I lied, tucking my hair behind my ear, not bothering to make eye contact.

"You don't have to lie to me, Ariel. He played tricks on you, and you were under his sorcery."