Charlie

Chapter 2: But how to go about it?

The Angel and the Christopher were on their way home. It was a cold winters night and the French Dame only had on her silky white dress and was shivering, standing out from the darkness of the sky and world around; stars shining with no purpose, no reason yet they keep shining, listening and obeying no one, much like Angel. Christopher's star. She clung to the male, sniffling and shaking - the coldness obviously making this fragile star almost burn out - before the male looked at her and said;

"Honey, are you sure you're ok? You're looking like you're going to catch a blooming cold wearing nothing but that dress!"

"Y-yes! I am quite s-sure I'm ok..." The angel whispered, caring more about others than herself. It's both a blessing, yet a curse as she would put everything on the line for... For someone she doesn't know... Christopher sighed, taking off his suit blazer and putting it on her, picking her up and holding her close, ready to attack anything that got in the couples way. "H-hey!!! Let go!!" The precious angel said, kicking her legs and trying to escape which made Chris respond by shaking his head with a mischievous smirk, kissing her cheek and making a little 'Chu~!' like sound as he did so.

"I caught this mighty fine cutie all by myself~"

"..." Angel wasn't all that impressed but couldn't fight the smile that came to her face due to her future husband trying to be a big man and protector. "What a silly man~"

"The silliest~" He replied, taking her home in his arms. The black jacket on top of her white dress looked like darkness had tried to wrap itself around her torso, almost looking invisible when compared to the darkness of the outside world. Snowflakes just starting to fall from the sky which was like a void, falling from nowhere. The icy flakes rested on the black jacket, making it look like the sky was on that one jacket.

After some time, the couple got home. Christopher put his dearly beloved to sleep, kissing her head as she was already asleep, refusing to give him the blazer back though. He went to his own room, laying in his bed, tie undone and his hair no longer tied up like normal, his shirt buttons undone and he didn't wear pants to bed as those made him uncomfortable in his comfort zone. Christopher loved being on his own, room walls painted a dark grey - carpet - a nice light grey to go well with the walls. Broken blinds hung above his window, only a crack of light would peer in on the morning, looking like the only drop of colour to be in his room.

He was laid back on the bed, smiling softly as he stared at the ceiling. He had no use in sleeping but... He liked it. He was counting, thinking, plotting. Doing what he usually does... After a while, his mind slipped away, into some sort of dream... Ah... His favourite types of dreams...

Dreams about her.