Alex lay on the big empty double bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of all the happy times that he'd spent with Diane. Wishing that she was laying next to him once again, his arms around her. But she wasn't. Things had changed. She had gone. Her life, their life together, had been cut so tragically short.

The radio was on, but he wasn't listening. It was just going straight through him. He couldn't even concentrate on listening to a song anymore. His mind wandered, and all the songs he heard seemed to remind him of Diane.

~*~ I sit and wait

Does an angel contemplate my fate ~*~

The particular song on the radio seemed to reflect Alex's mind at that moment, and a tear silently rolled down his face.

Diane was now an angel, and Alex seemed to sit day after day, waiting for the time when he would be able to see her and be with her once again.

~*~

And do they know

The places where we go

When we're grey and old ~*~

But she wasn't grey and old, he thought to himself, as another tear silently rolled down his face. She was young and beautiful, with so much to live for, so much life in her.

~*~

'cos I have been told

That salvation lets their wings unfold

So when I'm lying in my bed

Thoughts running through my head

And I feel the love is dead

I'm loving angels instead

~*~

Diane was his angel, and he had so much love to give her, if only she was here with him to receive it.

~*~

And through it all she offers me protection

A lot of love and affection

Whether I'm right or wrong

And down the waterfall

Wherever it may take me

I know that life won't break me

When I come to call she won't forsake me

I'm loving angels instead

~*~

He continued thinking about his angel as the fairy lights from across the road shone in through the bedroom window. He didn't feel like celebrating Christmas this year. Not without Diane. Christmas was supposed to be a happy time, shared with people you love. But he didn't have anyone to share it with, and he didn't have the energy to be festive on his own.

~*~

When I'm feeling weak

And my pain walks down a one way street

I look above

And I know I'll always be blessed with love

And as the feeling grows

She breathes flesh to my bones

And when love is dead

I'm loving angels instead

~*~

He knew that his angel, Diane, was looking down on him, watching him, protecting him, loving him. That was the only thing he could think of as to how he managed to get out of bed everyday and carry on with his life, through the pain that he felt. The ache in his heart at not seeing her everyday. Because she was now an angel.

~*~

And through it all she offers me protection

A lot of love and affection

Whether I'm right or wrong

And down the waterfall

Wherever it may take me

I know that life won't break me

When I come to call she won't forsake me

I'm loving angels instead

~*~