Fallen Angel
A.N. Sequel to Angel. I just uploaded Angel like 10 minutes ago, and this idea popped into my head. Hey why not write a sequel to Angel and call it Fallen Angel? Yeah something like that. This takes place right after X2.
It's Scott's thoughts about Jean. Thoughts are like this.
Scott sank down to the floor of his bedroom, sitting with his head in his hands. He couldn't lie in his bed, not when he knew the other side was empty. Why did this happen? He wondered. Why did she leave? How could she do this? Memories of his perfect angel came back to him. When they first met, the first time they kissed. He remembered the scent of her perfume on their first date. She looked so beautiful, so perfect. Now she was gone.
He remembered what Logan had said to him earlier, that she had chosen him. Then why did you die? Why did you do this? A tear escaped his eyes. Why? Why did his angel leave him? He needed her. He loved her so much.
Slowly he faded asleep. He started dreaming of his angel, of Jean. He never wanted to wake up. To face the reality that he would never see that beautiful face again, never kiss her soft lips again. The reality that his angel had fallen.
Please review. Peace.
A.N. Sequel to Angel. I just uploaded Angel like 10 minutes ago, and this idea popped into my head. Hey why not write a sequel to Angel and call it Fallen Angel? Yeah something like that. This takes place right after X2.
It's Scott's thoughts about Jean. Thoughts are like this.
Scott sank down to the floor of his bedroom, sitting with his head in his hands. He couldn't lie in his bed, not when he knew the other side was empty. Why did this happen? He wondered. Why did she leave? How could she do this? Memories of his perfect angel came back to him. When they first met, the first time they kissed. He remembered the scent of her perfume on their first date. She looked so beautiful, so perfect. Now she was gone.
He remembered what Logan had said to him earlier, that she had chosen him. Then why did you die? Why did you do this? A tear escaped his eyes. Why? Why did his angel leave him? He needed her. He loved her so much.
Slowly he faded asleep. He started dreaming of his angel, of Jean. He never wanted to wake up. To face the reality that he would never see that beautiful face again, never kiss her soft lips again. The reality that his angel had fallen.
Please review. Peace.