I knew he was an angel.
I met him. I didn't think he was that close. I never thought that he lived among us humans, until this semester where he showed himself.
He bewitched me -no, I'd rather use enchanted. Yes, so he did.. He enchanted me.
I started to feel his presence. A subtle warmth that is ever present whenever he is near. I tried not to look at him. I tried to avert my eyes from the deep black curls of his shoulder length hair, from his expressive gorgeous eyes that dazzled whenever he stared. They looked like gateways to his soul. I thought about the time when he'd cry, his eyes, they would look like wells that are full of untainted waters, and then crystals, if not pearls would flow out from them.
Then, flowing down, it would run into his aristocratic nose, in its perfect stature. And when it twitches, it would twitch in a way that makes me want to kiss it.
And then I would get a glimpse of his lips…the soft figure of his shapely lips, those that seem to wait for mine.
But I could not bring myself to him. He seems so precious, and as for me, I am not..well, not for him.
Even his silhouette hypnotizes me. How much more happens when I see him clearly?
I fret, I consume myself. I pity me, looking up to him, just like a child looking up to a darling prince charming who doesn't even know that someone looks at him. He has his thoughts far from here. You see, my angel appears to be already betrothed to a foreign princess… with endowments that a child does not possess. Still I look up to him, albeit I know that both of them are all ready for their happily ever after.
He's an angel. I can remember him well; he has six pairs of wings: Two for his feet, two to fly with, and the last pair to cover the beauty of his face. The glaze in his eyes changes with his feeling. I saw it once, I seemed to irritate him. I made him mad. I saw the dazzle change into power within his eyes.
They weren't like a vampire's fierce eyes, they didn't look cold either. He still felt warm. But I felt it -a certain power of vengeance that looked at me.
And I feared it -the fact that I would be hated by him -that one felt cold.