The Fallen Angel

A real angel..

You had been sitting in your room as usual, collecting photos from your phone to print for a collage, then to color with brand new spectacular rainbow filled hues.

The night was calm, quiet, and full of gorgeous stars. The moon shinning brightly on top of peaks of mountains, the tall heights of the trees that high lighted with animals along with leaves; the blossoming of sounds in the air as they whisked by slowly along the horizon of the sky.
Everything was peaceful and silent enough for concentration to be put on your new artwork, "The Fallen Beauty." Angels were your favorite type of beings, especially if they were fallens. Your mind was set on shading in the wings so perfectly; graphite darkening the sides and middle of the fallen knight's angelic carriers, as well as making the ends more pointed.

But just then, your attention was driven away from the paper to your window by a huge light, a scream, and then a crash. "What the hell was that!?" you questioned, quickly getting up and racing downstairs, grabbing a flashlight and a coat.
As you made it outside, you vastly scrambled around to find the source of the noises that occurred not to long ago; crossing a bridge and making it to where the source was, you came across a huge crater.

"What the hell?" You asked yourself, peeking down and seeing a silhouette on the bottom. Sliding down, you made it to where this thing was and got a better look flashing your light on their face.
Gasp! It was a person! But..not even that. An angel with black wings that looked like he'd been through a lot due to the cuts and burns on his body.
You ignored the fact he was nude and picked him up, then made your way back home quickly.
How could this happen? Weren't angels a myth..? Just fake beings people came up with?
You shook your head in disbelief, looking at the broken thing in your arms. He seriously looked beaten up enough that it could've killed him.

As soon as you arrived home, you raced to your room and quickly got some clothes for the male.
He was still breathing which was good, but he still hadn't woken up yet which was concerning enough to lay him on the bed and dress him yourself; after this all happened, you just stood there for a second and processed this all in. "He.. He's really an angel. A real living angel...but how!? How is this possible!?" While you were rambling, you hadn't noticed that the fallen had waken up. He looked at you like you were a goddamn lunatic, but smiled slightly at this scene.
"I don't know who you are, or where I am, but damn. You're pretty damn dorky and cute."
Then you turned around, eyes wide and face deepened merlot.