the blue eyed angel

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
a short story that speaks for itself

Submitted: July 19, 2016

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on sept 11, before death was born in cold blood, a blue- eyed angel looked me in the eye and said, live. With a shove I was caste away from what would’ve been my death bed. As my back embraced the cold, hard, unwelcoming earth, I saw my life flash before my eyes. My orbs flew open as the world released a soul crushing wave only to be known as death himself. Never before had my heart been stricken with so much fear. What I once called home was now a pile of dust and ruble. My nose scrunched up as it took in the fowl stench of death that engulfed the cold unforgiving air that surrounded me. As if my feet had been glued to the very earth, I stood there with no movement just wide eyes. I could hear the wales of both dead and living. I felt a shiver run up my spine as a cold yet welcoming liquid sensation drowned my feet. Finally gaining the will to move I looked down only to be brought down to my knees as tears poured from my eyes mixing with the pool of blood that surrounded me. Below my now bent, weeping face was my savior, eyes wide open lips still holding the same heart throbbing smile that even in death was unwavering. I could still see the same blue eyes that once held me in an unshakable gaze, but now held nothing but death. I bent down to touch the once warm skin that glowed with life, now so cold. This was a man I’d known for a mere second but somehow in some way made me feel as though I’d known him my whole life. With a kiss I closed the ice blue eyes that would never again bewilder the world with its unique beauty. Looking up at the sky I felt a warm sensation kiss my skin as the heavens cried for the loss of its children. I embraced the sensation of the tears that brushed past my skin bringing with them a weird sense of safety. I welcomed it like a long lost friend, now found. Picking up my feet, with a smile I walked away, never once looking back not even at my blue- eyed angel. Following the tears of the sky I set out on my journey. Knowing that only when the tears fail to fall will my journey come to an end, and then and only then will I see you again my blue eyed angel. “A life lost a life gained”


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