Like the sun and the moon

      Like the sun and the moon…

We don’t truly exist…we live beyond human reception yet we help them in every way.

He lived in the dark while I resided in the light; we were forbidden even to look on each other yet I met him.

His name was Marco and he was trying to make a young boy succumb to the temptation of stealing.

It was a summer, hot, day in the human world and I used to fly around, letting my golden hair shine under the rays. I saw the boy from above ready to steal the bag of the old woman and I landed, touching his chest, showing him the consequences of his choices. The boy lifted his head, looking at me, but in reality I was invisible to him. He turned and left without making a sound.

“Impressive!” a clapping was heard under the tree’s shadows.

A man was standing under the tree, dressed in black, with a pair of black wings, curled behind his back.

“Did you tempt the child?”

“Perhaps. But the angel appeared just in time to save the poor soul.” He said with irony.

“I didn’t save him I only showed the right path.”

He came out from the shadows; his hair was black like the darkness and so were his eyes. He looked at me, lost for a moment, and then he disappeared into the black flames, traveling back to his realm.

We passed the next weeks, meeting in the human world, either flying or walking between the humans, invisible, unknown. He couldn’t touch me yet his smile was captivating. That night he dared to touch a tuft from my hair and his fingers caught fire. He healed himself and I lowered my head.

“I wish I could touch you only for a moment, Auge”

“I wish for that too, Marco”

“What will we do?”

“I don’t know…” and for the first time in my life I cried.

He couldn’t touch me neither hug me, and sorrow filled me. We parted that night, promising that we would never meet again. Our relationship, our feelings weren’t acceptable. We just existed together yet we couldn’t be together, just like the moon and the sun.

That day I was discovered. They saw me with Marco in one of our walks and I was led before my superiors; they were looking at me as if I was trash. Why? Because I fell in love? Or because my beloved was a demon?

I was stripped from my powers, my white feathers and I was thrown on earth. I landed on the park; under the very same tree I met him. I felt a warm hand stroking my hair and Marco was smiling at me tiredly, having his own wings cut off too.

“Now I can touch you…” he whispered and our lips became one.

“I love you…”

We disappeared in the sunset that day, becoming one with the sky; two lovers always together, but always apart.

Just like the moon and the sun.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

This story was one of the 200 finalists (ranked 21th) on the James Patterson's contest, which was held on Figment. Later that story gave me the inspiration on writting the "Angels and Grim Reapers" Trilogy! Please vote for the first book of the series!