I was a bit apprehensive about going to the office, it wasn't a place people liked to be around. It was quiet, and unlike most of the workplace it was virtually empty. I don't like the title 'angel', it makes me seem more than I am. Really, I am a drone of sorts, created to process the long, never-ending line of bodiless souls. It's not that I don't enjoy my job, it's just that I have no opinion towards it. Up here we're programmed not to have emotions like the humans we watch over, we just serve and sort. But the one I was supposed to visit today was different. People speak his name in hushed whispers. He was the only angel to do something that none of us ever had, he had felt. And he had fallen in love.
The room was white (like the rest of 'upstairs') although it seemed a little less dim, if that was even possible here. It was unnecessarily large and filled with empty chairs that would never be sat on. At the furthest end of the room was was a desk, and there he sat. I approached slowly, I didn't want to startle him but I also wanted to watch. He sat, mostly hunched over, at his desk. He seemed like any other office worker although there was something in his eyes, something dark and misted over. I cleared my throat when I reached his desk. I wasn't sure what to say or how to address him.
"Fred?" I said after a brief moment. He looked up. "I brought this for you." I placed the envelope I'd been carrying onto his desk. He smiled, his whole face seemed to light up. He opened the envelope and peered inside. It seemed as though I had brought him what he wanted.
"Thank you," he said. He was trying to be cheery but there was something about the way he held himself told me that was 'cheery' was something he clearly hadn't been in a while. I wanted to know what was in the envelope. No one had told me, I was just the currier. I didn't want to intrude but I knew if I didn't ask I might never know.
"Excuse me. I hope you don't mine be asking but, what exactly was in the envelope?" He didn't seem offended, he simply smiled and pulled the paper out. It was a picture, a picture of a beautiful blonde girl smiling in some sort of bakery. She really was beautiful and Fred looked at the picture with glistening eyes. 'So this was the one', I thought to myself. This is the girl he gave up heaven for.