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Night Thoughts

That night I thought of what Angelica could possibly be.

She couldn't possibly be a human. No human is this perfect, no matter how much they tell you this. She is not a vampire, either, because their eyes are an unusual color, and though rare, ocean blue eyes aren't impossible. I looked onto my computer, hoping something could give me a hint.

That's when I saw it. A website clearly stated that nothing could be this beautiful without being one thing: An Angel.

I thought of the possibility, and they were matched quite perfectly. They were perfect and beautiful. Their skin is almost white. It also stated that Angels can come off as quite angry to humans, considering the things we assume. But I wasn't going to confront her until I was sure. I stayed up late, going over my assumptions and matching things together.

I was almost completely sure by the end of the week that she was a Fallen Angel. But the confrontation was what was bothering me. I felt that if I were to be wrong, and that she were human, she wouldn't talk to me anymore.

That day, at lunch, she sat alone. It was almost as if she knew I was going to confront her today. I sat reluctantly across from her, and huffed.

"I know what you are," I said in a low tone. She smiled.

"And what is that, Benny?" She said. I jumped at her saying my name so clearly.

"You're an Angel." I stammered, flushed. Her smile became smaller.

"Possibly," she said calmly, her smile gone, her eyes throbbing with emotion. She played with her food. "Don't say anything to the others, they're not... As calm," she said.

I nodded, "Okay," I said. She had clarified it then and there.

Angelica Marie was an Angel.