Hush, hush:
Broken Wings
Disclaimer: I do not own Hush, hush.
I know it is weird...but I don't know. I do whatever my imagination says.
What made me special? Other than blood, why was it me?
I carefully traced the mark on my forearm.
When did you fall, out from heaven?
I traced the faint mark, wondering.
I looked across, next to me where Patch sat, his black eyes stared into mine. I shifted my gaze, trying to ignore him.
Was it fate? A while ago he was a fallen angel. I had fallen for one of the fallen.
A fallen angel who wanted to kill me. Now, looking at him, he was my guardian angle.
And yet, despite that I felt like he wasn't happy. Even now, it was like he wanted something else.
I knew he never meant to be my guardian, never wanted to be.
He wanted to be one of the fallen, and then turn into a human.
He wanted to be alive, able to feel like me.
Why did you come straight to me?
I wondered often, why had I been the one girl chosen by a fallen angel?
If I wasn't born of this blood, would he still love me? Even acknowledge my existence?
What was it like for other girls who were chosen by a fallen angel who didn't love them?
And to be killed by them of all things.
Somebody send me an angel from heaven.
Then, why would the fallen angel fall in love with me of all things?
Sent to kill me, destined to love me.
Who could it be? Who could it be who loves me?
Who would ever love me like he did?
But...he was one of the fallen.
Darkness in his past...
An unknown future...