"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed as pain slowly spread through my body.A luminous light covers my flesh.
I don't think I can make it.
Am I dying, despite of being an angel?
Am I already giving up?
This is just the start.
Am I starting to regret my decision to ever ask God for this?
Or is this already destined to happen?
I want this. I really do, but why does it have to be this hard, so painful.
I hugged my knees closer to my body in order to somehow, ease the pain.
My wings are slowly fading away. I feel my power, losing its strength. My eyes are heavy, from both tears and weariness. I'm slowly getting out of my consciousness. I don't know what to do anymore to bear this pain inside and out of my body.
I heaved a very deep sigh.
This is it. My downfall. I can't take it anymore. My will's resiliency is failing.
And then, flashes of memories and reasons came up to my mind.
Him. And everything he's going through. I want to touch him. I want him to see, not just only feel, that he is not alone. That He has me. I want to help him, through the most difficult battle of his life.
I saw pictures of him, crying, weeping, mourning, grieving, tired, weary and already giving up.
"Noooo!" I screamed, as I saw all of it casting away.
I stretched my arms, trying to prevent them from vanishing.
"I want to be with him." I murmured to myself, closing my eyes as I breathed my last breath...
As an angel.
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"Hmm?" I get up from the snow, from where I was lying.
"Ugh," I complaint as I held my head that aches and my body that hurts because of pain.
I looked around, this is not heaven.
A bed of snow embodies the surrounding, with pine trees arranged in an unknown kind of manner.
I walk around embracing my arms together, trying to warm myself up. It's so freezing, and I'm just wearing a white flowing dress, bare footed. My long aqua-color hair, is quite helping but not much. My lips are shivering and I feel like my bones are getting rigid. Even feeling that my body is covered with ice.
I walked around more when finally, I saw a house.
It's familiar.
I quickly run towards it, anxious of the heat inside.
Reaching the door feels like forever, but I did.
I knocked.
"I don't have money to pay!" The man yelled from inside.
"B-but I'm not a debt collector!" I answered, yelling back. Making sure he heard me.
Then foot steps tread towards the door finally, opening it for me.
"I don't have money to give for a beggar like you." He said, coldly looking directly into my eyes. It was hypnotizing.
And then, I snapped out of it.
Flashes of the events earlier filled my mind.
I'm already a human. And my wish is right in front of me. A man with a black hair-parted side ways-, black eyes, red thin lips and a fair complexion is staring back at me.
My eyes are wide and my mouth is slightly open.
And I remembered his name.
"R-raven,"
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Angel's Wish
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