Fallen Angel [2/???]
A/N: This is a bit longer than the last part, and in my opinion, it seems a bit rushed. >.< Whatever, enjoy~~
Luhan had broken many rules that day; several of his own and three of the most sacred ones all angels had to follow. The fifth rule on the list wasn’t necessarily a rule, but more of a statement. There was a loophole in Luhan’s case, since he had been an angel for years he had no ruling angel over him due to his seniority. No one would find out he had broken the rules of angels unless another had seen him and decided to tattle on him. Luhan was floating on a cloud again, humming the same tune he was before.
Luhan watched the sun set that day, the first day he had actually done something ‘fun’ and ‘exciting’. His cloud floated across the midnight sky as Luhan lulled himself to sleep with another tune in his head; his dreams a slur of things from his human past.
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“My poor baby boy!” Sehun heard his mother exclaim. Her voice irritated him more than ever right now. He felt arms wrap and tighten around his small body and tears fall in his hair. Sehun sighed as he hugged his mother back, his arms wrapping lightly around her neck. Emotions began to enter Sehun as his mother picked him up, swaying him from side to side in her arms. Sehun felt a tear travel down his cheek, then another and another. It was like his eyes were rain clouds, or if he really wanted an accurate description, a monsoon. His father was gone.
His mother cried a lot: she cried the night she took Sehun home, she cried the morning after the accident, she cried at the funeral, she cried whenever she thought about the man she lost, she cried whenever she saw Sehun, she cried until her body was drained of tears. Sehun, on the other hand, stood by his mother, handing her tissues when she asked for them, and when she didn’t ask. Sehun put her to bed at night, combing his fingers through her hair like the angel did to him.
Months passed and Sehun matured faster than the other boys his age. He began to detach himself from the games they played with each other and the pranks they pulled on their teachers. Sehun became and independent being at age four, a month before his fifth birthday.
“Now Sehun. Remember to smile!” His mother said cheerfully when she dropped him off at school for his first day of kindergarten. Sehun looked at the woman with a reproving glance hidden in his innocent face.
“Yes mommy, I’ll try.” He replied with a huff and a forced smile. Smiling took such effort these days, how his mother managed to do it so much he would never guess. Maybe smiling was something she did to distract her from the sad things in life. Maybe it was the only thing left she could do. Sehun feels arms wrap around his body and lips covered with lip-gloss press against his forehead.
“Make new friends, play nice, mind your manners, follow rules-“ his mother’s small lecture was cut off by the shrill ringing of a bell, signaling the start of the day at Sehun’s new school. His mother patted his head before pushing him towards the school gates. Sehun looked behind him, his mother’s back retreating towards the car, a handkerchief slipping out of her purse. Sehun sighed as he walked towards the front door of the school, his placid expression not showing if he was excited or not to be somewhere new.
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“Class we have a new student today, his name is Oh Sehun.” The teacher said while pushing the small boy in front of her. The class said a simultaneous “Hello” and Sehun bowed slightly to greet them back. “Alright Sehun…” the teacher looked around the room for a desk he could sit in. “Ah!” she exclaimed, finding the empty desk, “You may go sit beside Jongin.”
“Teacher lady, my name’s Kai, not Jongin!” Jongin-Kai retorted. Sehun furrowed his eyebrows together ‘What a brat…’ he thought silently walking to his shared desk. “Hi Sehun, I’m Kai.” His desk mate greeted him quietly, sticking out a hand for Sehun to shake. Sehun slightly smiled back in reply and shook the boy’s hand. He turned in his seat, facing forward intent on listening to everything the teacher was saying.
Today, they were going to finger-paint and do some of the alphabet along with other miscellaneous things. Sehun sighed at the list of activities. He could already read somewhat thanks to his father’s help before he died months earlier. Sehun frowned slightly at the thought of his dad, but it only lasted a second because his thoughts were interrupted by the slap on his arm. “Hey, Sehun! Earth to Sehun!” a hand was waving in front of his face. Sehun looked towards the person, “Sehun let’s go paint!” A smiley Kai said, tugging on Sehun’s hand now. Sehun stood up out of his seat following the eager boy like a zombie. When they sat down at the easels set up in the back of the class, their teacher told them they were allowed to paint anything they wanted to. Sehun made up his mind right away; he was going to paint the angel he met months ago.
“What are you going to paint?” Jongin asked, his fingers slapping away on his paper.
“An angel.” Sehun said, his voice happy and his eyes shining under the fluorescents in the classroom. The memory of the angel was something that made him smile form time to time despite all the negative thoughts that rolled around in his little brain.
“Cool! I’m making a fire truck!” Jongin said, red all over his fingers, a rectangle already smeared onto his paper. Sehun shivered at the thought of fire trucks. He never wanted to see one ever again around him or his mother for that matter.
“Alright class, when we’re all done we’re going to show everyone what we made and explain them, alright?” The cheerful voice belonged to the teacher, who was walking around looking at the creations her lovely students were creating. Sehun stared at his sheet of paper, how was he going to make an angel appear on this white canvas?
“Um….” Sehun said rather loudly, catching not only his teacher’s attention but also the other kids in his class. “Can white show up on white paper?” He asked, still as loud as he was before. The teacher shook her head and walked over to him. The other kids snickered at Sehun’s ignorance.
“Okay, what you can do is you can do is create the shape using the black and then whatever you’re trying to make will look white, but just with a black outline. Will that be okay?” Sehun nodded slightly, getting started on his painting.
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“Sehun-ah!” his mother shouted from the car. Sehun ran towards the voice of his mother, a painting in his hand and his tiny backpack strapped to his back.
“Mama, mama look!” he said cheerfully while holding up the picture he made at school. All the kids had loved his painting and his teacher had been awestruck by how detailed it was even at Sehun’s young age.
“Oh would you look at that!” his mother exclaimed clapping her hands together. “I always knew you would have a talent for these kind of things. Get in the car, mommy’s got some grocery shopping to do.” Sehun nodded and opened up the back door of the car. He climbed into his booster seat and once his seatbelt had clicked into position his mother started up the car and drove towards the local supermarket, the light music playing on the radio. Sehun hummed along, smiling down at the painting he held in his hands. “Can I hang this up in my room when we get home?” he asked after a few minutes of riding in the car.
“Of course dear!” his mother said brightly, pulling into a parking space in the supermarket lot. Sehun unbuckled himself, opened the door and hopped out of the car. “Hold mommy’s hand, honey.” Sehun reached up and took his mother’s hand, inside he felt like he was much too mature to hold his mother’s hand but he decided that he should, just in case something were to happen. They walked towards the entrance of the supermarket, hand-in-hand, Sehun’s mother slightly swinging their connected arms back in forth. They walked in through the doors and his mother picked him up and set Sehun in the cart, much to Sehun’s displeasure.
“Mom, don’t you think…” He began to argue, but stopped when his mother handed him her purse.
“I need you to hold on to that, and you’re much too little to be running around by yourself.” She cooed, poking Sehun’s little nose. Sehun stuck his tongue out and crossed his arms.
“Fine.” He said, a small scowl gracing his usually smiling face. His mother chuckled at the mood swing.
“You’re such a cutie pie.” Sehun half-gagged, sometimes his mother was just a little too much.
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“Alright. You wait inside while I go get the groceries, ok?” His mother patted his head as she walked out the front door of the apartment. Sehun shut the door behind her and took off his shoes. He walked to the living room and hopped on the couch, his backpack still strapped onto his back and his rolled up painting in his right hand. He presses the button that turns on the TV and scrolls to the channel the was his favourite, “The Weather Channel.”
Sehun heard a nock on the door, followed by a muffled “Sehun-ah, let me in~” Sehun hops off the couch and runs to the door, he didn’t want his mother to stand there waiting forever with the heavy shopping bags. He reached for the door handle, standing on his tiptoes. His fingers grasped onto the doorknob and pulled the handle down, opening it. His mother walked in the doorway and stood there, looking around. “Where’d you go?” she said, not knowing Sehun had gone the same direction of the door.
“Rawr!” He shouted, jumping out from behind the door, his mother, on the other hand, screamed, nearly dropping all the groceries.
“Yah! Oh Sehun, you scared me!” she scolded the little boy who just smiled back up at her. His mother sighed and took off her shoes before walking to the kitchen, groceries in hand. Sehun followed suit, perhaps he could help his mother with something, because the faster the groceries got put away, the faster they could hang up his picture, the faster dinner could be ready, the faster it would be for bedtime, and the faster a new day of school would be there.