Angel
He listened to the light rain hitting the bridge.
It reminded him of dripping blood, and how much he hated waiting.
He was waiting for her.
Reluctantly, yet willingly.
Everything was a mess.
Every time he tried to fix something, it ended up getting broken.
He hoped that she wouldn't break, just as the others had.
His train of thought was broken when he heard her footsteps.
Soft and agile, he always knew when it was her.
She strode up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"What did you want to talk about?" She looked at him.
When he didn't answer she said,
"I'll admit it if you admit it." She said.
This caught his attention and he replied,
"Admit what?" He asked confused.
"It's harder than we both thought. It's easier to fall apart. Look where we are." She said, her voice slightly cold.
"I knew that right when I met you. It was hard to catch you Maxie, after all, catching an angel is just like catching smoke." He looked at her.
"I'm no angel. But I'm no devil either. Alec, it's hard. For both of us. We might not be the best, but we can try." She told him, looking down.
"Just do me one favor." Max asked, looking up.
"What's that?" He asked.
"Don't flatter yourself." She took her hand off his shoulder and crept off, into the darkness of the night.
He then thought to himself,
she's no devil, but I know she's an angel.
He shook his head, and then he too, crept into the darkness of the night.