Ripped from Heaven

Raven Wings

          If I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have ever met you.

        Heaven was a tricky place,

     Laz didn't mean to fall, in fact, he didn't mean to break any rules at all. He didn't remember what exactly he did. The last thing he remembered was pleading for God himself to have mercy, and then he was falling. he desperately grasped for anything to hold him up. he sobbed and begged please save me, someone! his wings flapped desperately trying to hold him up. suddenly, heaven was so far away. The sky was getting further and further away from his grasp, and just like that Laz was feeling

    It was a burning sensation that radiated all over his body, he didn't like it, he wanted it to stop. it Hurt. he let out a sob. what had he done to deserve this? then he couldn't remember. he rolled over on his side trying to ignore the ache in his wings, he hosted himself up on shaky legs. he stumbled over to a pool of water, how did he know that? his mind wandered over the new word. he reached his arm out only to freeze. His fingers inches from the cool surface; his eyes were fixed on the large black wings still on his back. he learned another new emotion; Rage. how dare they, it wasn't enough for heaven to cast him out but to leave him with these, to mock him. he hated them then, he couldn't remember exactly why, but he hated them more than anything. 

he wanted them gone