Inspired by Eivor Palsdottir - 'Where are the Angels?' It's a good song.
How they survive
How he had gone insane. How he stood in the middle of the street and raged, and talked of horrible things. How he called everyone by name, telling them of murder,telling them how his daughter left him, how she killed her poor, fragile mother. How everything has changed.
How she stood nearby the whole time and remained silent, Kiba would never understand. In that moment he hated that man more than anyone. He could see what he was doing to her, how he had stolen something from her, how she kept herself locked away in silence. She watched her father in silence, praying that her sister wouldn't come, would not see. She looked to the sky, half expecting to see angels flying overhead, crying their sorrow to the sky.
But the sky was empty.
"Where are they?" she whispered, and no one heard.
Finally Kiba stood, "Stop it." He walked up to that man and grabbed him by the shoulders, "Stop this now. Go home."
"You, boy, my Kiba, you're friends with a murderer, you'll pay for your sins."
She cried out only then, against this new injustice. But no one heard.
Kiba turned to her and took her hand. "Let's go."
She followed him down the street and away. He took her home, but she didn't even know until they arrived. She was watching him in the moonlight, how he seemed to shine paler than the light itself.
How the light of light already reflected can seem brighter.
He lay her down in bed and whispered, "Go to sleep now. All our love has been given, and all hearts will mend. Just give me time." Or maybe that was a dream. He promised her in the dark the things she didn't dare hope for. Help.
Before he stood she took his hand and knew him to be real, not a being of light. She told him, "I think I'm crazy. Maybe it runs in the family." She told him, "I think I love you."
She didn't tell him how she had thought, for one moonlit moment, that he was an angel. She thought he might laugh at her.