Arriane couldn't get to sleep one night. She tossed and turned, but nothing would work. All she could think about was her past, her human life, and how she fell...
Arena thought she had the perfect life, she had the looks that every gentlemen in town wanted to court, every girl in town wanted to be her. She had a perfect family, well almost perfect, she had a younger sister who followed her around hoping that she would become exactly like her older sister. Arena had quite a few friends, and had courted one or two of the men her parents had picked out for her. But there were things about her that no one knew.
She may have seemed like the perfect daughter, aspiring to be the perfect housewife, when in all actuality, she dreamed of becoming a singer. This was all she thought about, until there was a new arrival in town. Canfield was the bad boy who was perfect for her. Arena's parents forbade her from ever talking to him, which made her want to more.
Canfield had slipped a note into her wicker basket which she had just filled with apples to make apple pies. When she read the note she was eager to meet him later that day.
After supper she asked to go for a walk, and walked to the clock tower, where she was to meet with Canfield. Sure enough, he was there with a bouquet of freshly picked lilies. They talked for what seemed like hours until they were interrupted by Arena's mother calling out to her saying that it was time to come home. They vowed to meet again, same time, same place, the next night.
They parted the same way for many nights which followed, and each time they saw each other, they fell a little bit more in love with each other. Arena wanted to marry Canfield, but Canfield knew that that couldn't happen. She didn't know that Canfield, or Can, as she had taken to calling him, wasn't really alive. He was an angel, a fallen angel, he fell around the times of King Arthur.
He told her this and she wanted to be one too, wanted her to change him. But he told her no, that that could not happen, people were meant to live and die, that was the normal cycle, but he broke it. And he knew now that no one should ever choose to. Arena burst into tears and ran home, decided on one thing along the way. That she would fall too. And she tried for days to kill herself. Until one time it worked.
Before Arena knew it, she was dead, she wasn't sure what it had been, she'd tried so many different mediums of suicide over the last few days. But it was something. Something had worked. She could be with can forever, all she had to do now was fall. And she did. She questioned God. And got thrown out of heaven. That was it. She was a fallen angel.
She tried to find Can for several days, until she finally found him leaving the local produce store. She confronted him and told him of her new condition. She thought he would be happy, but he was the exact opposite. He yelled at her wondering why she had done it, and when she told him that she did it so they could be together forever, he replied with no, we can't.
Arena as heartbroken. She ran and ran and ran for days, until she found a man named Daniel. He calmed her down and showed her how to control her angelic abilities, and became a friend to her. She had escaped her past life of sneaking around to meet a boy who had no intention of staying with her for long. There was a new Arena. A more daring one, reckless, untrusting. And it was all because of Canfield.
Arriane pulled herself into a ball and hugged her egs as the first of many tears to come that night fell down her cheek, in memory of the betrayal and loss she had once felt.