I promise I'll update my other stories soon! I always have loads of ideas running through my head so I find it hard to finish a story. I don't own anything apart from my characters. Review if you like it please! I am horrendous at writing summaries so if you read you will understand! This chapters kinda shitty but it'll get better.. Hopefully.

Willow is a 371 year old angel, died at 23 so she still looks 23 and always will. Has long, black hair and bright green eyes. 5 ft 1 and slim, curves in all the right places! There is the summary haha enjoy!

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When you think about angels, you probably think that they're short, chubby fat kids wearing long, flowing white gowns. You probably think that they spend their days being fed grapes and have large, golden wings. Well, that is true if you're that kind of angel. I on the other hand, am not. There is nothing special about me, apart from the fact that I can't be seen, heard or felt unless I want to be. And if I can be seen, I'm just like any other person, apart from the fact that I have an 'ice cold' touch. I've never tested it out, but apparently that is what I have.

My job is to take people to heaven when they die, to make sure they don't become lost souls wandering the earth for the rest of eternity. Occasionally you get people who die and they aren't taken, I happened to be one of them, so here I am, doing the job some asshole should've done 371 years ago. It's not too bad though, you never get tired or hungry and you can't feel any physical pain, but yet you can still feel emotional pain, your emotions are still 100% intact. Sometimes I long to feel the wind on my face, the breeze through my hair and the sand between my toes but I never will, so I guess I should stop wanting something I'm never gonna get.

"Your thoughts are pissing me off." Thomas, my good friend said, snapping me out of my thoughts as we walked down the dock in Seattle.

"And your thoughts don't piss me off?" I replied, raising an eyebrow as I looked up at the stupidly tall man.

"I am not stupidly tall. It's not my fault you're a midget." He smiled, looking down at me as we continued walking.

"Dude I'm like 5 ft 1, that's perfectly acceptable for a woman." I replied, taking a look at the boats all lined up on the dock.

"Yeah alright." Thomas snorted before taking a seat on one of the wooden benches that had been concreted in to the ground, I took a seat next to him before looking out at all of the boats.

"Why are we not invisible?" Thomas asked, looking over at me.

"I dunno." I shrugged, we had decided to be visible today for our walk down the dock, add a bit of excitement to our lives, not.

We sat for a while just watching the boats pass in silence until I had that very, very familiar feeling once again, everything around me went black until the details of the person I had to take flashed across my eyes. His name was Grant Harris, 72 year old male in the hospital in Seattle.

"See you later." Thomas smiled at me before I turned invisible and shot in to the sky, flying high across the Seattle skyline. I touched ground outside of the hospital, swiftly walking through the large entry doors and making my way up to the third floor. I walked through the ward that this man was in, glancing at the door numbers until I finally reached his door. I swiftly walked in to the room, seeing three people surrounding the man's bed. I walked over to him, resting my hand on top of his as he lay fragile in the bed, his eyes slowly gazing up in my direction.

"Hello." He whispered, a small smile across his face.

"Hi." I smiled back.

"Dad who are you talking to?" A middle aged man with tattoo's covering his arms asked him. The dying man quickly looked over at the three men before turning his gaze back to me.

"How long?" He asked.

"37 seconds, say goodbye, Grant." I smiled sympathetically at him.

"How long 'till what?" A younger boy asked, tattoo's covering his arm also.

"I love you.. Phil. You too, Jake and Josh.." He whispered before gasping for his last breath of air. I watched as his soul left his body before finally appearing next to me.

"You ready?" I asked him, my hands filled in to my jean pockets.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"Heaven." I smiled.

"Ok." He smiled before we left the room, leaving the three men to mourn peacefully.

"So, what was the best thing about your life?" I asked as we walked down the dimly lit hallway of the ward.

"Everything." He smiled, looking down at me as we walked.

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