The Angel
Title: The Angel
Rating: G
Word Count: 308
Disclaimer: I own everything.
Notes: This piece is a little dark. I wrote this on a whim a few weeks ago - I guess I had a little frustration to let out. At first it felt weird, unfinished, but re-reading it, I think it's pretty good.
Warning: None.
FictionPress Link: here.
Summary: He gave you wings, though they're not as snow white and pristine and beautiful as his, and you're looking down at what you used to be and feeling glad that's not who you are anymore.
It always happens the same way.
You're doing okay. Life is not perfect, but you're... content. When in doubt, you go with the flow, and things usually turn out okay in the end.
And then the angel comes. His wings are snow white, pristine and beautiful. His halo, however, could use a good polishing and is held up by what strangely looks like horns.
He bursts into your life suddenly, unexpectedly, and takes everything you know and turns it into something else. From then on, he has this incredible power over you, the power to either make you or break you.
And make you, he does. Break you, he does even more.
For a while, you're happy. Satisfied with the change, the freshness of it all. It feels good. You're flying high. He gave you wings, though they're not as snow white and pristine and beautiful as his, and you're looking down at what you used to be and feeling glad that's not who you are anymore.
And then suddenly, unexpectedly, he cuts your wings and you fall, far, far below. And now you're looking up at what you used to be, and thinking it wasn't that bad after all. If you had known it would end up this way, you wouldn't have let him put those wings on you. You would have told the angel with the horn-held halo to leave you alone and find someone else to bother.
And now he's the only one riding high, looking for his next victim, while you swim in deep waters and try not to drown.
You look up at the beautiful, white angel flying high, high above you, and you know that even if you manage to get out of these waters, you won't be anything else than a fallen angel with dirtied, rumpled wings and a missing halo.
Rating: G
Word Count: 308
Disclaimer: I own everything.
Notes: This piece is a little dark. I wrote this on a whim a few weeks ago - I guess I had a little frustration to let out. At first it felt weird, unfinished, but re-reading it, I think it's pretty good.
Warning: None.
FictionPress Link: here.
Summary: He gave you wings, though they're not as snow white and pristine and beautiful as his, and you're looking down at what you used to be and feeling glad that's not who you are anymore.
It always happens the same way.
You're doing okay. Life is not perfect, but you're... content. When in doubt, you go with the flow, and things usually turn out okay in the end.
And then the angel comes. His wings are snow white, pristine and beautiful. His halo, however, could use a good polishing and is held up by what strangely looks like horns.
He bursts into your life suddenly, unexpectedly, and takes everything you know and turns it into something else. From then on, he has this incredible power over you, the power to either make you or break you.
And make you, he does. Break you, he does even more.
For a while, you're happy. Satisfied with the change, the freshness of it all. It feels good. You're flying high. He gave you wings, though they're not as snow white and pristine and beautiful as his, and you're looking down at what you used to be and feeling glad that's not who you are anymore.
And then suddenly, unexpectedly, he cuts your wings and you fall, far, far below. And now you're looking up at what you used to be, and thinking it wasn't that bad after all. If you had known it would end up this way, you wouldn't have let him put those wings on you. You would have told the angel with the horn-held halo to leave you alone and find someone else to bother.
And now he's the only one riding high, looking for his next victim, while you swim in deep waters and try not to drown.
You look up at the beautiful, white angel flying high, high above you, and you know that even if you manage to get out of these waters, you won't be anything else than a fallen angel with dirtied, rumpled wings and a missing halo.