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Seasons in the Sun
Draco's POV
She's an Angel; I can say that, it could just be my clouded opinion, and know it because I know the definition of an Angel. A typically benevolent celestial being that acts as an intermediary between heaven and earth.
I can say that and mean it because I can look towards her, day after day; laughing, smiling with her friends and see its true.
However, as the legends of Angels go, for her to be a permanent fixture here she would have to have fallen from grace. I pity the man who could not forgive her anything and envy him all the same.
Fallen from grace, I imagine she does not know her way and seeks me out each night to guide her. I only imagine; just for a moment.
She can't have her redemption, she can't have the deity she wants, and so she comes to me.
I wasn't sure at first, what she wanted, what she needed. I needn't have worried. She takes control, and I am left in the aftermath. She closes her eyes, at first I didn't mind and now I know not to question it.
We have rules, at least she does and I follow them. Rule number one, never speak. She comes, takes what she wants and leaves as she pleases. I tried at first, but it only got me a vicious bruise, I know better now. Angel knows best.
Rule two, don't interrupt. I never did, not once, but obviously I was about to because she knew, through her ranting about how utterly disgusting she finds me and how she loathes me, I was going to interject. Angel knows best.
This can continue forever, I will not deny her anything, she completes me. She will change the seasons of my life and it will make me better.
My spring was to grow and be ripe for her. To forget childhood innocence and accept her burdens.
She is my summer, my blazing sun and hot nights. The thing that makes me sweat and the time of year I love, she will forever be the radiant sun and she will burn me alive.
She will be my autumn, my fall. The descent I am to take and wade through madness and despair, knowing that I am her substitute, I am not the one she sees when she closes her eyes.
She will be my winter. So bitter. Clawing away all that was fresh, new and exciting that had managed to survive that fall. She will leave me frozen and cold.
After all, Angel knows best.
The end
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