My Dying Angel

Chapter 14

Skylar's POV

I woke up to warmth. I was in an unfamiliar bed and there was a weight on my legs. I slowly opened my eyes to see Lucas asleep on them.

He had taken me back to his house?!

He looked peaceful. A lock of hair fell infront of his eyes and as I brushed it away his eyes snapped open.

"Want a hug?" He asked, his time serious.
"Uh... I'm fine..." I stuttered.

"Aw, that's a shame. Hey, can you grab that behind you?"

I turned around to a blank wall. I turned again and suddenly Lucas slammed into me. We tumbled off the bed and into the floor, tangled up in the duvet.

"Sorry, I wanted a hug." Lucas admitted.

I lay on top of him, my legs pinned down under his.

I tried to get up but couldn't. Lucas grinned and I gave up trying.

He locked eyes with me.

I saw something in those icy blue eyes of his. It saddened me, because it was sadness itself.

"Luke..."

"I'm fine" he lied, trying to smile. His eyes welled up with tears and he unpinned my legs, sitting up.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

His lip quivered, but he kept eye contact, still smiling.

"Lucas!" I sobbed, throwing myself into his arms.

"Ow, my ribs." he coughed.

"I'm sorry!" I cried, "what's wrong?" I leant back so I could see his face.

"Didn't Tyler break your nose?" I noticed, it was straight.

"Inhumane healing, the doctors said" he tried to smile again but ended up burying his face in my shoulder, sobbing quietly.

I'm sorry, but wasn't it the girl who was meant to cry into the boy's shoulder...?

I traced my hand along his spine, trying to get an answer to "what's wrong?", But he wouldn't reply.

He lifted his head and took a deep, shuddery breath.

"Hey, I haven't given you your birthday present yet" he said, smirking.
"But first, I should probably change my shirt" he said, frowning at the drops of blood from his nose.

He lifted his shirt off and started rummaging around in his drawer.

I gaped at his figure, he looked like a bodybuilder for gods sake!

He turned to me and I jumped, trying to find something else to look at.

"What?" He chuckled softly, putting a clean shirt on.

My cheeks flushed bright red.

"Don't worry, I'll be taking it off later" he winked.

What the heck did that mean?!

We arrived back at the secluded garden we had been in earlier.

The sun was setting with a brilliant Orange glow, setting the clouds alight. We sat on the bench, his arm around my shoulders.

"Any guesses to what your present will be?"

"Uh... A bed made of Nutella?"

He laughed, I laughed with him.

He took a deep breath and stood up, taking his shirt off again and tucking it under his belt.

"Come here" he said, I obeyed, slightly anxious as to what this would be.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"F-for what?"

"Close your eyes..." he whispered.

I closed them. I felt him grab my waist and suddenly my feet left the ground, I felt wind in my hair.

Huh?

"Okay, you can look now"

I opened my eyes and saw the town below us, I turned my head and saw two pure white feathered wings protruding from Lucas' back.

"Oh..."

I was at a loss for words. He hadn't been lying after all, not that I'd had much doubt.

After a few minutes of silent flying through the clouds, we slowly descended back into the garden.

"You look exhausted" he said, "sleep, I'll wake you up in time for midnight" he said, his hand on my cheek.

"But I don't want to..." I yawned, he chuckled and pulled me into a warm embrace.