NatePat One-Shots

Angel

song;; none
warning;; kinda sad
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He had nice eyes.

Really friendly eyes, ones you could trust even if you didn't know the person behind them.

His eyes were safe, and warm. You could very easily fall in love with them if you weren't paying enough attention. That's the mistake I made, falling in love with a pair of eyes without getting to know the person behind them. I didn't let myself discover who he really was in enough time to save myself. I was in love with nice eyes.

He had a kind voice.

It was the type of voice that you could listen to drone on about dumb topics for hours and never get bored. He was so passionate about every single thing that he did and you could never help but to listen to every little thing he talked about. He never really let you speak, but there weren't any words to say even if you could. His beautiful, soft voice would render you speechless.

I let that voice pull me into a trance that he didn't even know I was set in. I couldn't get out of it, I was under the spell he didn't know he cast. I was in love with a kind voice and nice eyes.

He had soft skin.

All you ever wanted to do was to feel his skin, and he would let you. He was the type of cuddle, completely wrapping his arms around you and letting you sink into the deep warmth that he gave off. He was like a faulty heater, not hot but... warm. His skin was so lovely to touch, run your fingers across and draw little shapes into them. I used to make little circles on his sides and he would giggle gently. I fell in love with his soft skin, his kind voice, and his nice eyes.

He had a pretty smile.

Oh, and how he loved to flaunt it. It could make anyone around him completely light up and break out into a smile themselves. His nice white teeth and pink lips stretched out into an opened mouth smile that you couldn't help but fall in love with. A smile I couldn't help but fall in love with. I was falling so fast but that smile reassured me that everything would be okay, that someone would be there to catch me when I fell. I made a mistake when I fell for that pretty smile, soft skin, that kind voice, and those nice eyes.

He had a precious belly.

He didn't like to work out like I did, but he would go on walks with me. Where we lived, the Autumn days were absolutely lovely. Yellow leaves falling onto the smoothly paved sidewalks, a gentle breeze pushing past you. His belly didn't have abs, and it wasn't flat but that made it all the more endearing. I used to cuddle with him and lay my head on his bare belly, soothed by the way it moved whenever I did. The skin wasn't taut, it was somewhat plush. What a dumb decision, to let myself fall in love with that precious belly, and that pretty smile, that soft skin, his kind voice and his nice eyes.

He had smooth thighs.

They weren't even shaven, he never once shaved his legs. However, his thighs didn't grow any hair, ever. His pale skin was so smooth and satisfying to rub your hands over. I used to tease him by his rubbing his thighs, not even wanting to do anything but he always said that it tickled whenever I did that. I loved to make him smile and if I knew anything that could guarantee his smile I would do it. He didn't smile that much anymore, but I still loved him. I always loved him, what a stupid thing to do. I still loved his smooth thighs, precious belly, his pretty smile and soft skin, kind voice and nice eyes.

He had a gorgeous laugh.

His laugh could end wars, I swear it. It could completely change the mood in a sad room, igniting a happiness in everyone who heard it that they didn't even know they could achieve. It was perfect, a melodic giggle or dolphin laugh that he hated so much. I loved it, I would tickle his sides to make the beautiful sound come out of his mouth, and he'd tried to hide his face in my shoulder. However, this stopped soon. He would  shove me away if I tried to make him laugh, and sometimes he would even slap my hands if they came near his sides. I would always love him, though. His disappearing laugh, thinning belly, forced smile, dry skin, cold voice and dead eyes. Why did I still love them?

I let myself fall in love with a pair of eyes without letting myself learn who the person behind them was. I didn't let myself realize that he was slowly fading away, that all the signs of that dumb sickness were there. I let myself fall in love and I let myself get hurt by a man who soon became what I always thought he was: an angel.

He died two weeks after he stopped laughing. Cancer, that's what they told me. I just nodded along, tears filling my own dead eyes. I was still in love with him, even after death. You don't just give up on that love.

But I was in love with an angel, and I couldn't fly.