It took an hour or so...
But here you have it, my story...
Don't ask about the gramatical stuff 'cause I just wrote without thinking.
And so it came to pass that she learned of her loving angles being shot down, denied, and betrayed. Who would do this to such a kind and loving soul?
She did. She knew not the power he posses. She knew not his true form.
Ever he watched over her protectingly, never once blinking. Yet, she, like every other wonderded, in disbelief. Sureley he wanted something in return for his kindness.
All he ever wanted was her love, her truth, her belief. Yet, she gave him none. To her he was nothing.
Nothing. That had struck him hard, but he kept caring for his beloved.
But now he was gone. She cried, and truly cared for him now. She layed on her bed and wept. She wept until her tears surrounded her. She did not know his name, nor how he lived. All she knew was his love, and his wings. Ah, those wonderful wings, graceful and angelic.
All she knew was hate, suspicion, and fear. She was human, she knew no more. And as she lay in her tears she Saw. And he filled her body with all he knew: Love, compassion, caring, life.
And she rose from her bed, and her wings began to grow. And he took her by the hand, kissed her on the cheek, then faded away.
She now knew how he was.
And she found a friend greatly in need. and so it came to pass that she may never have seen him again, but his love was with her as she loved, and helped people.
Don't ask about the gramatical stuff 'cause I just wrote without thinking.
And so it came to pass that she learned of her loving angles being shot down, denied, and betrayed. Who would do this to such a kind and loving soul?
She did. She knew not the power he posses. She knew not his true form.
Ever he watched over her protectingly, never once blinking. Yet, she, like every other wonderded, in disbelief. Sureley he wanted something in return for his kindness.
All he ever wanted was her love, her truth, her belief. Yet, she gave him none. To her he was nothing.
Nothing. That had struck him hard, but he kept caring for his beloved.
But now he was gone. She cried, and truly cared for him now. She layed on her bed and wept. She wept until her tears surrounded her. She did not know his name, nor how he lived. All she knew was his love, and his wings. Ah, those wonderful wings, graceful and angelic.
All she knew was hate, suspicion, and fear. She was human, she knew no more. And as she lay in her tears she Saw. And he filled her body with all he knew: Love, compassion, caring, life.
And she rose from her bed, and her wings began to grow. And he took her by the hand, kissed her on the cheek, then faded away.
She now knew how he was.
And she found a friend greatly in need. and so it came to pass that she may never have seen him again, but his love was with her as she loved, and helped people.