Angel

A girl in a long flowing gown of white stands by the glass wall she knew so well. Her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders and down her bare back. Her eyes, although broken, held a flame of determination. She took one last breath of the familiar scents that filled her home, then turned from the glass and stepped away. She stood by the piano one last time, resting her hand on its smooth surface as she sighed.

"I can't sit here and wait anymore. He left, I have to face that. The longer I stay here the more these memories will only ruin me. I have to leave." She spoke every word with a confidence that seemed unfaltering, however her eyes still held a sad hope. The girl sighed as she gave into that small sliver of hope. She went to a shelf, gathered some paper and a pencil, and sat back down at the piano. "If he comes back, if he really wants me, if he truly is my meant to be, he will find me." She wrote until her hand hurt, until her whole heart had been poured out.

After what seemed like an eternity of writing, she stood. She placed the letter on the keys of his piano, kissing her fingertips before pressing them one last time to the paper. "It's time to go," she whispered to herself then made her way to the door. The girl had never left this house before, it was her home. As she gathered her strength and stepped out the door, a set of wings stretched out from her back. Their white feathers glowing in the sunlight as she turned to look at her home one last time. With a deep breath, she leapt into the air, vanishing deep into the woods.

A Letter From An Angel:

My dear pianist,

My heart sings for you more and more each day. The distance hasn't changed that. I have been waiting here for you, hoping you would return. Even though I stay here, I still do all I can to better myself while I do. Unfortunately, I cannot stay any longer. I cannot wait for your return. The longer I remain, the more I see your ghost haunting me. He keeps me awake at night and ruins my appetite. He reminds me of the good and the bad, reminds me that you're gone. I know not if leaving will make him stop, but I know I must try.

I still hope for your return. I still hope to be in your arms once more. I still hope for our future together. Alas, I cannot just sit here and wait for something that may never come. I love you more than you know and more than you could ever believe. If you do come back, I trust you can find me. I only hope you can before I give up entirely. Although, that is still only if you do return. Though I hold this hope, it fades by the day. The things you have said, the things I have heard, they constrict around my mind and shroud my hope in darkness. Yet still I fan its flames.

You are still my chosen. Never forget that. I hope that no matter what happens, you find your happiness. You deserve it. You deserve the world. Stand tall, my love. Don't forget to follow your heart. I love you my dear. I'll see you in my dreams.

Still forever yours,

Angel

Reviews

[light and ashes]

I love this. It reminds me of what I used to write when I used to love to write about angels.
Maybe her wings are a poetic metaphor for her leaving, or maybe she is dead and doesn't know it. Maybe that is why he left.............