At the age of 3, your father left you and your mother.

The crying, the slamming door, the countless arguments…

It was still fresh and vivid in your mind.

Now, at the age of 16, your mother killed herself. The depression was too much. She could not take it.

 

She left you all alone In the world.

 

The cold, cruel world.

 

Everyone shunned you because of your family background. You could not care less.

Your schoolwork was excellent.

It was now perfectly normal to see an A+ on your papers, with comments like ‘Good job!’ and such.

 

You always believed in the supernatural. Werewolves, Witches, Angels, Devils… You knew they were real.

You could feel it.

 

You weren’t scared. Not one bit.

 

2 weeks after your mother’s death.

You were getting ready to sleep. However, you knew today was the day. You felt it.

 

12am.

 

You woke up. You weren’t sure why, but you woke up anyway.

 

There he was. Sitting on your bed, giving you a faint smile.

 

He was sitting right in front of the window, so the moonlight enabled you to see him clearly.

His skin was a pale, flawless, white.

His eyes looked down at you. The soft eyes, the faint smile..

You knew he was the one.

He gently caressed your hair. His touch was so soft, you could not even describe it.

 

Then you saw it.

 

A pair of wings.

 

It was  pearly white, that glowed under the midnight.

“Are you… an angel by any chance?”

He smiled, and took your hands.

His skin was incredibly soft, and so pure.

“Yes.” He answered.

His voice was captivating.

You looked in his eyes.

His eyes captured you.

It was just so mesmerizing to look in his eyes.

 

He bent down. His face was so close to you now, you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

You lifted up your hand, debating whether to touch him or not.

He remained in his position, his eyes never leaving yours.

You gently touched his skin.

It was the same as his hands, pure and soft.

He leaned in closer…

And kissed you.

His lips was sweet. You closed your eyes, wanting to enjoy this breathtaking moment as long as you could.

He stood up.

“Wait! I don’t know your name.” You said out loud.

“Byun Baekhyun.”

“Baekhyun.. why are you here?”

He turned at looked at you. The eyes, you could not breath for a moment.

“I am your angel.” He whispered.

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12pm, 2 weeks later.

You woke up again, as usual. You did not know why. The outside world was peaceful, nothing could have disturbed you.

Baekhyun was there.

But, you realized as you drew closer.

 

He was crying.

 

Only except it was not normal human tears.

 

Fresh, red, blood trickled down his cheeks.

 

It fell onto your hands.

 

“Baekhyun why are you crying?” You whispered as you wrapped your arms gently around him.

 

His tears/blood stained your shirt. You did not care, you could wash it off anyway.

 

“Because this is the last time we are meeting each other.” He whispered back, hugging you closer and tighter.

 

You weren’t angry, mad or furious.

 

You were calm.

 

You dealt with this case before, losing someone you loved dearly.

 

“Baekhyun, stop crying. I don’t mind that you are leaving.”

 

He stopped crying.

 

“Really?”

 

I nodded my head with a smile, and caressed his hair just like how he did when we first met.

 

My lips reached his.

 

Our lips seemed never to part.

 

When it did, I whispered those few words.

 

“I will miss you.”

 

He gave me the same smile, and said 2 words.

 

“Me too.”

 

The next morning, when I woke up, there was a snowy white feather next to me.

I smiled and hugged it tight to my chest.

 

Byun Baekhyun, I was enchanted to meet you.