It's Too Cold For Angels To Fly

The Road of Forgiveness

This is in the angel's point of view...
I pick up Bailey from the floor of my room and carry him to my bed. I lay him down and go to the kitchen area.

"God what did I do to deserve him?" I say as I look up guiltily. "I've already ruined his life, what more shall I do to him?"

A soft breeze brushes through the open windows and beats lightly against my wings. I smile solemnly and I look over at Bailey sleeping on my bed. I walk over to him and sits next to him and run my fingers through his hair.

"I'm so sorry Bailey. I hope you can forgive me." I whisper quietly. He shifts in his sleep and starts to wake up.

"Mmmmm... What?" Are his first words to me after awaking from his slumber.

"Oh nothing," I say in a hurry to pull my hand away. He looks at me with slight confusion and then looks around in a panic after letting reality sink in.

"Where am I anyways? Why am I here? Why did you decide now that it was a good idea to meet me?" He says frightened.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down. You're in my apartment in the heart of Chicago. I told you the last question. You're here because you tried to hang yourself." I say to him. He looks down and his demeanor shifts.

"O-oh right..." he adjusts his hearing aids and looks down at the white sheets in my bed.

God why did you have to make him so beautiful? Why was I so stupid to not even come and meet him?

I am brought out of my train of thought by soft broken sobs. I look up and he's crying.

Shit...

I rub his back with my hand to try and comfort him, but he just keeps bawling his eyes out.

"Hey, hey, shhhhhh... it's okay," I say to help and after awhile he finally calms down.

"I-I have school tomorrow a-and I have t-to go." He says defeatedly.

" No I'm not letting you go back to that house again. It's high time I start being an actual guardian angel for you," I start, "I can go get your stuff and you can live here with me."

"B-But... I... okay," he says with a sigh.

I hear his stomach growl and I stand up. "Want me to make us some breakfast?"

"N-no I'm not hungry," he says but his stomach clearly disagreed with that as it growled even louder.

"I'll go make some waffles." I say and then walk to the kitchen area.

Sorry this was short my lame ass was writing a new story. ~Mal