The house looked different than it had few decades ago. With new windows and doors, she could easily make out the need of modernity in the lives of people here.
She landed gracefully on top of the roof of the small bungalow and perched upon the border walls of the terrace, dangling her legs childishly. It was an involuntary action she had picked up since childhood, having loved to go high up on mountains and cliffs to pass her time when she wanted time and space away from solving human problems.
She gazed upon the picturesque vista of rolling hills under a deep blue summer sky, feeling beads of sweat making their presence on her forehead. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the few seconds of the summer she couldn't experience unless in this form. Basking the heat, she was lost in her own world that she didn't realise someone was observing her intently from afar.
His clear blue eyes reflected the sky as he gazed up in the sky when a flap of wings pulled him out of his thoughts. Sitting peacefully on the top of the house, lost in her own melody, he saw an Angel. A beautiful Angel who did not seem like she belonged here, with gloden locks and porcelain face, reminding him some sort of model he swore he saw on the cover page of one of those magazines his grandma loved reading. But then again, photogenic memory or not, they all looked the same to him. Way too similar like her mother...
"I am hallucinating again.." he whispered to himself, remembering all too clearly how much fun his seniors made when he shared his experience about seeing a fairy in his childhood. His peers teased him so much that he left the school in the middle of a class and ran away to his house. Too bad he was only five that time and didn't really know where his house was and got lost.
So he only shrugged his shoulders and took off his way to his house, remembering an important homework he was supposed to complete by today. He slowly itched upon the road in his bicycle, careful to not make a noise to disturb the beautiful angel. But his title of being a little klutz by his grandma wasn't entirely wrong as his bicycle's wheel landed on a piece of stick which snapped loudly, making him want to punch himself.
You're a good for nothing, he can hear his classmates' voice echo in his ears.
His eyes teared up as he dissolved in misery, so much that he did not hear someone coming close to him. It was only after she cleared her throat a little loudly did he came back to his senses and jumped back in his seat, startled.
"Hey there sweety, are you okay?" her angelic voice reached his ears, making his heart beat erratically in his chest. But the little fellow remained frozen in his position, refusing to open his eyes and waited for the person to leave, just like everyone does..
But the angel was not someone to back off that easily, as she remained stoic in her position and asked once again, a little extra sweet. "Hey big guy, you can talk to me it's okay.." she drawled, not knowing how else one can approach children of his age. He did not look more that ten to her, with beautiful blue eyes and raven black hair.
"Are you.. Are you an angel?" He whispered shyly, tugging on the sleeve of his oversized shirt and glancing down at his feet nervously. He didn't hear her response for a long time and quickly stole a glance at her face, relief washing over him when he saw her staring down at him with a smile.
She had a beautiful smile.
If only grandma could smile like her, he couldn't help but wonder, always being on the receiving side of her scowls and anger.
The angel was in pain. She used her magic to see where this boy came from and was totally shocked by what she saw. This sweet child standing in front of her had seen things beyond his age. His dad is always drunk and wasted while his mom is either busy being high. He now stays up with his grandparents in the other side of the town, but there are times when his parents would barge in and try to abuse him.
The angel's heart swelled up with grief when she saw the events that will unfold today in his life. It will never settle well with her if she let those things happen to him. His grandparents are going to be in an accident. If only she could help..
She felt his eyes on her, a questioning look on his face.
"I'm so sorry, dear. I think I zoned out a little. Did you say something?" She gave him one of her sweet smile, her mind going across various possibilities of how she could change the little guy's reality. She knew she wasn't allowed to mingle with the lives of mortals, but just one look into his eyes and she was ready for whatever punishment the council will throw at her for her actions.
The little boy's heart fluttered a bit as he felt his palms getting sweaty. He had asked her if he were an angel. But now his question seemed very dumb and he was afraid to ask it again.
What if she thinks of me as dumb as well?
"Hey." She bent down to his height, her long red dress eating up the ground. She gently lifted his head and looked at him. She couldn't help but get this strong urge to take him with her to her homeland and treat him as his own. But she couldn't and convinced herself to be satisfied with just altering events in his life.
"How about we get something to eat? Are you hungry? Because I'm starving." She laughed, trying so hard to bring a smile on his little face. And when she saw his bright eyes widen at the word eat, she couldn't help but scoop him up in her arms and stand.
"Yes angel, I'd love to." He smiled a crooked smile, showing off his cute dimples. "And I'm not a child. I'm a ten-year old big boy!" He pounded his chest, making her heart swell up with warmth at his innocence.
"Do you like ice-cream, Favian?" She asked, already moving forward towards the little fare she saw when she was flying her way here.
'Maybe I could try out this pizza dish they keep on talking about,' she thought, pinching the little Favian's cheek and kissing the top of his head. He made an excited sound at the name of ice-cream, making her laugh heartily.
Their figures disappeared down the stony path, little squeals of laughter and mirth echoing in the background.
That day would hurt little Favian a little less than it was intended.
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Letters To Adam
Teen Fictionwhere a loud, bubbly girl sends letters to the boy of her dreams and a boy, immensely in pain, accidently stumbles upon them. little did they know that her words would become his solace, and he would become her saviour.