I never should have butted into their business -- though I'd had the reason enough in the last few days to do so .. but if I had, I would not have imagined myself to be like this after saving her life.
I stared unmoving and without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the archangel, and he looked back mockingly pleasant at me with a sneer plastered on his face.
Surely it was a good way to be punished, in a place of someone else, someone I loved and cared about.
Noble, even.
That ought to count for something.
I knew if I should just let them be, I wouldn't be cowering in fear like this.
I wouldn't be punished like this.
I wouldn't be stripped out of my wings.
But terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret my decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
But this was not my dream.
This was a choice.
My choice.
A choice I made cause of the love that I have for her.
Archangel Raguel smiled in a friendly way, a very handsome and breath taking way that would cause millions of angels such as myself to launch herself at him and beg for him to take them, but I know better.
For that "friendly" smile held such malice.
Raguel continued to smile that way as he sauntered forward to begin my punishment.
