Fallen Angel
He sat on the crumbling edge, feet dangling into space. Hunchbacked in his coat, one hand resting in the dirt the other propping his chin up, his eyes remained closed as he heard footsteps behind him. He cracked a lid enough to see a set of small feet come to a stop beside him.
"How are you?" She asked
"I'm upset and angry, but you knew that," He replied sharply.
"I know but I thought it would be nice to ask. Considerate, but right now that word isn't even in your vocabulary, huh?"
"I just know that there is something else I can do, something more I need to do and I just don't have enough time."
She sat next to the man, his large to her small, his light to her dark. He looked over at her, a tiny dark haired girl. She looked so small to him, dressed in black and red, and she likewise had a black coat that was beginning to make her look hunched.
"So what's going to happen now?" he asked.
"For you, nothing, you don't need to fight anymore. It's my turn."
She stood and began to walk away from him farther down the cliff edge. He began to stand up and all of a sudden he was falling. The coat fell off and beneath it laid a pair of wings, made of light and joy and happiness. They snapped out but they couldn't stop his fall. Wondering why as the ground came closer and closer he heard her whisper:
Because of your anger, and your lack of faith in me. I will see you again soon. Be safe, my Angel.
This is just a jumping off point for a story that's rolling around in my brain... more to be added later
