Title: Angeli
Author: Mair
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Warnings: Kinda sad
Disclaimer: It's mine. All mine. Except for the references to things that happened in Gundam Wing or the characters themselves... Gundam Wing belongs to other people far richer than I am.
Feedback: Craved, needed, adored, and thrived upon. Give me some and get me as a wifey! Oracular_1 (just yank the spaces)
I never expected to see her again.
So long ago, I held her while she died. I ran away, my soul screaming louder than I ever dared to do. My eyes held the tears I could not shed.
My young soul wanted to cling to the angel who helped me live. The one who sheltered and loved me when I thought none possibly could. How I wished I could've kept her alive long enough for others to help her live.
I never expected to discover that others took care of that task shortly after I disappeared.
All that time, the angel began to live again. My angel though I was her angel, even though I told her once I could only be a fallen one.
Now I see my angel. She's lying still in a sea of white. Her nightgown hangs neatly in the closet, while her hospital gown gets crinkled and creased under the covers. White hair frames her face in soft flattened waves- the hair I never knew the color of or saw before. It's a startling change from the black cloth that used to frame it. It's the same with her angel wings that for fifteen years I swore she had- they're missing- exchanged for tubes that help her stay alive.
But my angel knows me still, and her soft blue eyes are the same.
Eyes dimmer with age see me and recognize me. Lips wrinkled and puckered with age whisper my name into the silent room.
And she calls me her Little Angel.
Short, sweet and old.
Notes:
Life was kinda unpleasant. Part of this is real. Yay.