Author's Note: Yayyyyyyy! I finally got this up here! I'm very happy about this. You see, I meant for these to be around 300 or less words at first, but later decided 400 or less, and yeah.
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one. the angel
Hershel had always believed the girl was heaven sent.
The product of angels carving a magical wonder.
With her neatly tousled red curls and beautiful, sparkling brown eyes that shone, even from behind her glasses, Hershel knew this woman was a goddess with a mind to match that beauty.
(She is neither Athena nor Aphrodite. She is both.)
He stammers and blushed when he first meets her, a notion she finds adorable, and he always fidgets around her when they speak.
(something he has never done around any girl before.)
Hershel comes from tales of sorrow, but sweet, gorgeous Claire has become the light.
And fuck it all, he loves her.
He has pondered if it was love at first sight for him, but he can never be sure because he was just too enchanted by her to think of why he was enchanted in the first place.
She was an angel on earth.
She has gifted him with a hat today - something rare and strange, but unusually perfect (kind of like the way he feels about her.)
A gift like no other he has ever received.
He has a gift for her, too - something he picked out while she was at work, but she won't get it until their dinner tonight.
When he was choosing his gift, oh-so-carefully, because for her it had to be perfect, his hat won funny looks and even some compliments.
But then, he hears sirens on his way home, and his curiosity peaks, so he tries to ask around.
Then he hears it.
An accident at Claire's - his angel's - building.
And when he holds that sobbing boy, devastated and broken beyond the ability to fix, he has his last tiny, tiny shred of hope torn to pieces by a scientist who worked with Claire.
His eyes are puffy and his face looks defeated.
And Hershel, as he drops the velvet box with the gorgeous, perfect engagement ring, knows that god has called Hershel's angel back to heaven.