One Shot Book of Stories I Think of at Night

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There once was a little boy. He wasn't the happiest person alive, he had his problems. Sometimes his parents would go a bit crazy and drink too much.... That was the thing that he hated the most about his life.

He had a nice school. His teachers were strict but he soon realized that sometimes teachers need to be strict in order to teach their students. Of course... there was the people that were not that nice. Almost like... bullies.

This boy didn't really mind them, they only bothered him when there was really hard homework to do and made him do all the writing. There really wasn't refuting because every time he did, they just snuck their papers in his backpack. Sometimes he didn't realize it and they wouldn't have their homework done. But they would always say that they were at his house and they left their homework there and the boy forgot to bring it to school on time.

Recently he started to draw. Not the typical anime drawing, it's more like he was drawing trees. Outdoor scenes was more of his style.

Soon, once he got the hang of it he went to the art teacher and started taking painting lessons. One thing that the boy really liked was water colour, something about it just make the boy smile.

Every time someone tries to talk to the boy they usually get turned away with the answer of "I'm painting, please leave me alone." And he went back to painting. This kept for awhile.

Until

One day the boy was sitting down and he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was a boy. But... not a boy?

He had fluffy angel wings and a shiny... black halo?

 

White cat ears and white hair that was tied back into a ponytail. This.... Had to be a dream. The boy didn't really believe in angels but this time.

Everything changed his point of view.

Sometime the boy would reply, sometimes he just went back to painting. The thing was is that the boy didn't really hate the angel, he didn't do anything wrong. So, there wasn't a reason to shoo him away. All he really did was watch him paint.

As the days went on they started getting closer. One day the angel sat next to the boy and watched him paint. Sometimes they shared a laugh. Sometimes they told stories that made each other cry. It all depended on the mood everyone was in.

The time at home isn't getting better. His mother and father started buying too much drinks that they didn't have any money to pay for the house. Then...

The angel started putting money into their bank and paying for their house.

How was this angel doing all of this?

Then

The parents got in a crash,

The angel moved into the house with the boy

They were like brothers.

They couldn't be apart. The angel went to class with the boy but no one but the boy saw him. So that explains why the boy had a white eye.... Maybe he could see angels? But the one thing that bothered the boy was that the angel had a black halo. Were Not halos normally yellow or gold? And his wings seem to be a bit tattered.

Maybe something happened while in heaven?

One day. Something was different

The angel was looking sad. It all didn't make sense until he said...

"Promise you won't miss me?"

The angel then flew up into the sky leaving the boy with a box.

The boy opened the box and it started playing music.

All he could do now.... Was cry a endless river..