Demi Imagines

Angel

This is a slightly different fantasyish one that's a bit depressing at first sorryyy

You're walking home from work...

There are times when you feel broken. There are times when you feel like nothing is going your way, and there's just no end to the bad times. You've tried everything you can thing of. Therapy. Pills. Alcohol. Exercise. Hell, you've even tried praying. Nothing's worked.
As you're walking home from what may be the worst day that you've ever had a work, you see someone. She's wearing a flowing white dress that almost looks ethereal, and her long black hair falls in waves. She's on the ground, seemingly hurt.
"Hey," you call, and she looks up. She's the most beautiful person you've ever seen in your entire life. She has on a silver laurel crown, and it reminds you of one of the Snapchat filters. It would seem extra on anyone else. On her, it looks natural and gorgeous.
"I fucking twisted my ankle," she groans, getting up and wincing.
"Hey, let me help you," you say, going over to her and putting your arm around her.
It feels like a spark runs through you when you touch her. Your heart immediately starts beating faster, and your breath hitches.
"I'm y/n," you say, regaining your composure after a moment.
"I know," she says, looking to you. She then does a double take. "Holy shit. Wait. You see me?"
"What kind of question is that?" you laugh awkwardly. "Of course I see you."
"You're not supposed to see me," she says, trying to pull away. Her injured foot touches the ground, and she winces. "Fuck," she hisses, grabbing your arm to keep her balance.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm your fucking guardian angel, and you're only supposed to fucking see me when you're like at the lowest of the low. So, either you're there, or I majorly fucked up with this foot thing and need to be reassigned," she tells you, pointing angrily at her foot. You notice she's barefoot, but her feet are clean. Even her toenails are painted a baby blue, as are her fingernails.
You say the only thing that comes to mind. "I didn't know angels swore so much."
"That's what you fucking get from this?" she asks you incredulously, and you laugh awkwardly. You feel your cheeks flush, and she rolls her eyes.
"Well, I know you're an awkward little shit, so this shouldn't surprise me."
"Hey, I am not a little shit, thank you," you tell her, and she snorts.
"I know you inside and out. You're a little shit," she retorts. "A fucking cute ass little shit, I'll give you that."
You don't really know how to respond to this gorgeous angel with extremely colorful language.
"Fine," you finally say. "What am I supposed to do now?"
"Take me back to your place. I can't walk like this," she says, and you nod.
You help her back toward your house, which is, luckily, quite close from where you found her.
"How do I know you're really my guardian angel?" you ask her after a moment.
"Nobody else can see me," she replies, and you raise an eyebrow. "Oh, and I have these," she says, pulling away slightly before suddenly spreading gorgeous white wings. You gasp as she practically glows. Her wings are huge, and they're a pure white.
"Okay, that's clearly not something you see everyday," you say, and she rolls her eyes before folding her wings. Just as suddenly as they'd appeared, they disappear once more with nothing more than a small ruffling noise.
"I can retract them," she explains, and you nod slowly.
"This is a lot to take in."
"Obviously."
After a while, you arrive home and help her inside. She sits down on the couch, and you go into the kitchen to get her something to drink. Do angels need water? And food? You'll give her some anyway.
"So, let's talk about how you're at rock bottom," she says with mock-happiness.
"How about your foot?" you respond, handing her some ice. She takes it but shakes her head. Pressing the ice to her ankle, she looks to you again.
"You need me right now. That's why you can see me," she tells you.
"I don't know—"
"You fucking need me. Spill that shit. Now," she orders, and you sigh.
She studies your face, her brown eyes almost seeming to see through you.
"Fine," you finally say. So you tell her. You tell her everything that's been burdening you. Everything that's been worrying you. Absolutely everything that's been shitty and just fucking horrible.
By the time you finish spilling everything, you feel so much lighter and better.
"That's some tough shit right there, but you're tougher," she finally says, giving you a reassuring smile. "I should know."
"So this is rock bottom?" you ask her, and she looks down.
"You wouldn't be able to see me unless you were there," she replies. "But you're going to be okay," she tells you.
"How do you know?"
"I just know, okay?" she says, opening her arms.
You go over to her, and she pulls you into her arms. She's warm and smells how sunshine feels. You smile, suddenly feeling safe and secure.
"Are you going to leave?" you ask softly, the feeling of attachment to her too strong. You don't want her to go.
"I'm not going to leave. I'll always be with you," she says, pulling away enough to look at your face. "And I can appear every now and again."
"Can't you just stay with me?" you plead. It's like you're drawn to her. Although, she is your guardian angel—of course there's a connection.
"I can't do that. It wouldn't be good for you. Plus, I'm an angel. You're a human. Maybe in another life," she says before leaning in and pressing her lips to yours. She tastes like a rainbow. You don't even know how you know that, but you just know. This is how a rainbow would taste. You grasp her arms desperately, not wanting her to leave. It's like she's an anion, and you're a cation. You're drawn to each other, and the electricity is intense.
"I love you," she whispers, and before you can respond, like that, she's gone.
Your eyes widen, and you wave your hands in front of you. Where she was just a moment ago is just empty air now.

A/N
I'll post the second part tomorrowwwwww