He Looked Like an Angel

Smoke and Embers

Harry was walked back to Lillian's apartment.

Lillian cursed her boss. If it hadn't been for him forcing his employees to continue working through the storm, she would have been out and home before she could have run into this lunatic.

She knew that if she could've gone to college she wouldn't have to have such a mediocre job either.

Lillian was born in December; a very snowy day considering it was New Jersey. She came out crying and her parents often got annoyed. They fought often, mainly because of the stress of a child. Her parents ended up getting divorced with Lillian around the age of two; but it was not her fault by any means. They never got along after the actuallity hit of being a couple and having a child. Instead of letting their differences affect Lillian, they ended their relationship smoothly. Lillian's father earned custody because at the time, her mother didn't have the means to support herself and a child. Lillian's parents didn't fight; she was allowed time with both.  At the age of seven, Lillian's mother remarried a nice man who loved her and could care for her. Sadly, her father never did. Lillian's new stepdad was a professer at a college and was offered a job to work in Hong Kong for ten years. Both Lillian's mom and dad agreed it was best for the income and lives of them and so off Lillian's mother and step-father went. When Lillian turned sixteen, her father was shot as an innocent bystander. He was not brutally murdered, he was simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time. It was mostly because he had little income and was forced to live in a dangerous part of Jersey. Fatalities and even deaths were very common there; so while her father was missed, no one was suprised. Not being of legal age, Lillian had to move to Hong Kong with her mother, her stepdad and her new stepbrother. She was only staying until she was eighteen and as soon as she could leave, she wanted to. Lillian moved back to New Jersey in a better part of town and rented an apartment by herself. She could barely afford the housing, much less an education. Lillian now works at an office job as tech support. After everything that happened in her later years of life, she became stressed to the point she picked up a bad habit; smoking. Everytime she felt overwhelmed or stressed, she would smoke out her feelings.

Which is exactly what she planned to do now. She grabbed her pack of ciggarettes and pulled one out, slipping it between her chapped lips. She walked over to a candle on the counter, being to lazy to find her lighter, and lit it with the flame. She slowly inhaled, the removing the stick from her mouth held the smoke. She lightly parted her lips letting smoke drag through her mouth and out in front of her.

Smoking gave Lillian a way to escape herself and her reality but not today.

Harry, smelling the smoke, abruptly sat up from the couch, where Lillian dropped him on her way in.

"What are you doing?" Harry screamed.

"Taking a smoke, what in Hell does it look like?" Lillian gave him a confused look.

"That is not okay, nor is your use of the H word!"

"What, Hell?" Lillain scoffed back.

"Yes!" Harry burst back. "That is not okay that is not Godly, have you ever even been in a church?"

"Actually, no," Lillian smirked her usual smirk and turned away. "Now we gotta find a way to get you to the hospital," she trailed off.

"What? No! No! I don't need to go to a hospital! I am perfectly fine thank you very much! Well, other than my wings have been ripped from my body but, perfectly fine!"

"C'mon dude, you're practically going crazy; I shouldn't have even brought you back here. Who knows what you might do to me."

"No, you have to believe me, Lillian was it? Yes, yes Lillian. Lillian you have to believe me, I'm not crazy I'm not at all. I was an Angel; even though technically I should still be one. I fell in that storm, I fell from Heaven I swear! I was one of God's favorite Angel's and I guess he had a plan for me, I haven't a clue what, but I know that there must be a plan that's the only reason he'd let me drop from Heaven, but obviously this plan includes you or else you wouldn't have felt like you should take me into your home with knowing nothing about me, but either way you have to believe me, you just have to. I don't want to be thrown into some cell for years because I'm, quote, unquote, crazy, because I'm not I'm just telling you the truth!" Harry finished out of breath.

Lillian sighed deeply, opening her mouth to let out more smoke.

"Okay," she said hesitantly, "I believe you."