Fallen // L.H.

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He had everything, but he let his selfish needs get the best of him. Thus, he was banished from the kingdom above and sent below; where everyone and everything is stagnant, where nothing speaks but the howling of the wind, where nothing shimmers but the fires from afar, where nothing lives but regret and guilt. He was ripped off his wings so he can never return to Heaven, and there, he was left to fend for himself. He saw nothing and no one, heard nothing and no one, and felt nothing and no one. It's as if God himself made Hell just for him. He deserved it, he thought. Thinking that maybe he got a bit carried away with his plans. But he would never blame himself, too prideful and stubborn, he just couldn't.

But on the way to Hell, as he was passing Earth, he caught a glimpse of the most beautiful being he has ever laid eyes on. He thought that maybe he could see her again, that maybe he can trick her into doing something bad so that she would end up in Hell with him. But he searched far and wide, high and low, and still he couldn't see her. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and months turned into years, but alas, nothing. But on one faithful sunny day, he saw her, in all her beautiful glory. She was by the river, alone with her thoughts. Drenched in cold water, he approached her, but he stopped himself before he got too close. He said that she was too pure to corrupt, to precious to call Hell her home. So he distanced himself from her, but only far away as to not touch her. All through out her life, he watched over her like a guardian angel would. And as the years went by, he saw how her life was so much happier than what he could've given her. And on her deathbed, he made a deal to God that if He reincarnates her, he would spend the rest of eternity in Hell (not that that wasn't his punishment already, he was planning on repenting so he could go back to Heaven). And to his surprise, He listened. Three days later, she was born again, and she grew up to be exactly like she was in her previous life. But this went on for 19 more lifetimes, all because he couldn't find the courage to talk to her. But after 19 deaths, he couldn't bare it anymore. So with her living right now, he had contacted her, not physically, but through her nightmares. He couldn't exactly create dreams, because in all honesty, he just couldn't. He said that it will be okay, that everything will fall into place in the right time. And this went on for years, until one day, he saw her, engulfed in darkness, suppressed by her pain. And he just couldn't resist seeing her little princess this way. He tried to alter her mood every chance he got, but as night creeps in, they would just go back to normal.

"Please stop being sad." He pleas.

But that was a giant mistake, because now, she knows that the boy in her nightmares is real. She was prepared she thought; she knew this day would come, just not this quickly.

"Are you here?" She calls out. He sighed in response because he knew his cover was blown.

"Are you afraid?"

"Not really, no."

"Good because I'm not going to hurt you."

"Show yourself." She said. But she thought that she had just lost it. Talking to the boy in your nightmare? Really pathetic.

And in the corner of her room, where light doesn't reach, she saw something, or rather someone move.

"Hello, Phoebe." He casually greets.

"Wait, you're real?"

"Do I look like I don't?"

"What are you?" She was curious, he thought.

"Everything and anything you want me to be."

"Why are you in my nightmares?"

He didn't reply, instead he walked closer to her, basking in her presence.