never would i have imagined,
that i would still be alive after that day.
well. i-im dead now, just in the body of a human named esther.
im not a demon or anything, im an angel that just clumsly fell from the clouds. esther has a beautiful human friend. well... how do i describe him?
he's the most beautiful human specimen i have seen. chestnut coloured locks, with hazel orbs which beam with life and happiness.
i shouldnt be thinking these thoughts, i am the angel of the lord. i fight for freedom of the angels, not... fall into love?
i am becoming more and more human everytime i see his face, his tall stature...those dimples...lips.
ugh! why do i keep thinking these thoughts? i cant-i cant be thinking of love; i need to think about how to get home. to heaven.
or else i don't get to let esther live her life.

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