I don't really like this but it's exactly 100 words so I gave myself a cookie for that.

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"Angels"

Angels aren't real? Are they?

Angels can't be real. Can they?

It's not possible. It just can't be possible. It can't be. It can't, dammit.

So why am I living with one?

Why am I sharing every waking and sleeping moment with one in this hellhole of a place?

Angels shouldn't be here. Having an angel here is irony at its best.

Angels belong in heaven. In places with white fluffy clouds and pretty rainbows.

They don't belong here. In a place where pain and destruction is common.

Hell wasn't made for Angels.

I am happy I have one here.