Disappear Here.

Tom swept down from the skies into the Earth below. He gripped into his cloud, his fingers lacing the array of damp, white gas. His wings could not adjust to this alien atmosphere.

He had forever gazed down, watching the Earth below. He watched the people for thousands of years, fascinated with their wars and dreams, their graces and their vulgarity. He thought he knew everything about existence until Imogen, like a sudden blaze in the darkness, awoke something that slumbered in his body.

One day, a young teenager with hair like fire and skin as smooth as milk glided into the angels’ vision. He could not understand why he had singled her out but he continued to watch her throughout the rest of her teenage years. She’s like a phoenix, he once thought to himself, she’s something rare and precious, rising from the shadows of her world. Sometimes he was certain she could feel him; in moments of solitude she’d suddenly tilt her head backwards and her eye’s would glance up into heaven, as if searching for him.

Over time something began to change in her; she became meek; and her flame began to flicker. She once whispered aloud, as if speaking to Tom, I feel incomplete. As soon as her words reached him he realised that perhaps they belonged together. He wanted to save her. He was taught that angels didn’t have souls, but he felt that something stirred deep inside of him; maybe she awoke a soul that hid inside of his heart.

He tore the fabric that held a divide between Heaven and Earth; between Imogen and himself. He gripped on to the clouds that surrounded him, but gravity pulled him downward ripping him away from the warmth of the light and threw him into the Earths’ atmosphere. He struck the ground with such force that he was certain he would die. The earth beneath him shuddered and concaved with the weight of his fall. He lay unable to move, his platinum wings were heavy on his back. Everything faded.

To be continued...