He was so tired.
The male sat silently beside the lake, his skeletal face covered by the lanky clumped hair that hung loose in different lengths. His clothes torn by time, his feathered wings laying flat against his back and along the ground behind him, looking more like a mass of mud and string than feathers due to the damage of time. The reaper like creature looked down at the pale emaciated skin that clung to the bones of his arms like a tight fitting glove. What once had color and lividity was now nothing. He was surprised the flesh had remained at all. The fallen creature looked up towards the sky with his hollow empty eyes as the rain fell around him, soaking him though it had no real affect anymore. How long had it been since he truly felt the cool touch of the rain caress his skin? Or the warmth of the sun kiss his skin? It had been so long... He shook his head slightly and looked down once more until he had noticed the presence of another standing behind him. The male stood, not wanting to turn around as he was sure it was just another lost soul that needed to cross. He turned anyway and was shocked by the sight of the woman who stood before him.
She had been watching over him since the day he had been created, simply wishing to help though she knew she couldn't until the time was right. A light smile crossed her lips as she made her way to the male, though the smile faded when she saw the condition he was in, replaced by a look of concern and worry.
The reaper like male looked at the smaller figure dressed in white. The way the wind blew her long hair back and rippled her pure white dress. The way the rain seemed to fall around her like it was afraid that if it fell on her it would mar her beauty. But what truly got him was the look on her face. Why would such a beautiful angel like her care so much about a creature like him? Didn't the angels have enough to worry about? His empty eyes fell on the slender hand that she offered for a moment before he finally took it, a light smile crossing both of their faces as she gently held his hand and led him away into the night, showing him it was alright to finally be at peace.
YOU ARE READING
Stories For A Rainy Day
Storie breviJust a bunch of short stories written for a rainy day