Angels Among Us

an·gel ˈānjəl/ noun a spiritual being believed to act as an attendant, agent, or messenger of God, conventionally represented in human form with wings. antonym; Zayn Malik

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It felt as if all the air was sucked out of my lungs. I'm the mortal? I'm the reason Heaven/Eternity will come to an end?

" W-Why me? " I asked shakily.

Michael shook his head softly. "I don't know. I'm really sorry Jaycee..."

I covered my face with my hands. Literally, there's nothing special about me. I like bands, skateboarding, music and tall boys with green eyes.

None of that sounded like it qualified me for this Dark Angel guy's weapon to end Eternity.

" I should probably take you back home...time passes quicker in the mortal world. "

I nodded uncovering my face. I was stressed out and suddenly tired.

Michael helped me up and we walked back out into the streets. This time they where empty and the silence was deafening, almost as if it reflected my feelings.

We reached the gates and Michael unfurled his brilliant wings and I wrapped my arms around his waist. We flew through the air until I saw my house come into view.

It was already afternoon time and I was probably late for my harp lesson, but I didn't care. I didn't like playing the harp anyways.

Michael set me down softly on the sidewalk in front of my house.

" See ya around, kiddo. " he said, smiling a little.

I nodded. " Thanks Michael. "

He flew off back into the clouds and I didn't take my eyes off of his white angelic wings until he was completely out of sight.

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" Jaycee this is the third time this week you have been late or have missed your harp practice! I'm very disappointed in you young lady. "

I restrained myself from rolling my eyes at my high-strung mother. Harry was pretending to clean the living room in which we talked, but I know he just wanted to be nosey.

" I'm sorry mom. "

" No you aren't, if you were sorry you wouldn't always show up late! " she said, raising her voice.

I sighed and crossed my arms, growing impatient with her. She always nagged at me.

" Go to your room. "

I uncrossed my arms and walked quietly up the stairs. It wasn't a punishment to go to my room, I don't know why she always thought it was.

After I got up to my room I flopped down on my bed. Not 3 minutes later, Harry walked in and took a seat in my desk chair.

" Maybe if you weren't always sneaking off with your friends after school, you wouldn't be late. " he said.

I sat up and gave him a blank stare. " I don't sneak off with my friends. "

He chuckled. " Who's the purple haired boy? "

My eyes widened.

" Y-You mean Michael? "

Harry shrugged. " I know I saw you talking to some guy with purple hair before he walked down the street and you came in. "

I didn't know what to say. Last night, Michael was completely invisible to him. Today, he not only saw Michael, but it was a different image. He didn't see Michael's wings.

" Could this be the same Michael from last night? " Harry asked slowly.

I tried to think of something quickly. " Uhh, no no. This boy is from my....chemistry class! Yeah, we have a project that we where working on today.. "

I'm the world's worst liar.

But, thankfully, Hazz is the worst person in the world at detecting lies. He bought my crappy little lie about Michael.

" Oh. Well, I gotta go help my mom set the table for dinner. See you in a few. "

I nodded and he left me alone in my room. Well, not completely alone. Loki crawled onto my bed as I sat up.

I pulled him into my lap and stroked his black fur. I was still tired. Even with dinner close, my eyes began to droop closed and I felt myself fall back into my pillow as sleep pulled me into it's arms.

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Snow fell softly onto the ground of Central Park. I was sitting on a bench, alone. The street lights dazzled as I watched the fat flakes plop down onto the street.

This all felt like déjà vu, like I had seen this all before. Maybe I had? I didn't know.

I man with bright green eyes and raven-black hair took a seat next to me on the bench. He was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen.

" It's beautiful isn't it? " his voice was like music, and it made me feel like I could melt.

I nodded, studying his chiseled jaw. I saw a few tattoos peeking out from under his coat-sleeve.

" What's your name? " he asked.

" Jaycee. "

" JAYCEE!! "

I was being shook violently out of my wonderful slumber. Harry was yelling my name as he shook me.

" HARRY STOP I'M AWAKE! "

He quit and looked down at me. He smiled "innocently" before telling me that dinner was ready and disappearing down the stairs.

I rolled my eyes and sat up, not able to push the images of the man out of my mind. He was unbelievably gorgeous, and crazily familiar. I hoped to dream of him again tonight.

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