That was Emily's first week without Aria. The Angel Manager had gone to another city for a training program. She had called and said in person with Emily many times if she needed help, just called her. Aria knew the intern would be worried. Even though they both understand Emily might not need her during that time, or at all, it was better knowing when she needed her, she still could reach her.

It was a nice gesture and Emily got it but she couldn't bring herself to call her AM if there was a problem. Aria was already busy with her own works, Emily felt the need to give her some "Emily free" time.

And that, was why she sat nervously on her cloud, jumping with every thunder. It couldn't harm her but it obviously scared her, especially when she was sitting alone in the air. If only she could have someone to –

"You'll get wet when it rains. Angels won't, Demons won't. But an intern will."

Spencer jumped right in the writer's mouth while landed nicely next to Emily.

"Hi!" The intern greeted, the smile reached both her eyes.

The demon chuckled. "Wow! You're really happy to see me, huh?"

"Yes." She held her chest, breathed out a sigh of relieve. "I was so scared of the thunders."

"You'd better be scared of the rain too. You didn't bring an umbrella?"

"No. I don't have one."

"How come? Aria hasn't told you about the weather? Interns have this special umbrella to protect them from the rain without being spot by the human." Spencer asked, truly concerned.

"She was busy. It's okay. The rain won't last too long anyway."

Just as she said, rain began to drop. The big dark cloud above their heads implied the weather would stay like this for a while. It hadn't been five minutes but Emily's face was all wet. Her clothes was soaking and the rain was getting heavier.

Despite everything, Emily wiped her face, turned over to meet Spencer's concerned gaze and said. "I'm fine."

As a contrast, the rain never touched Spencer. She had her own comfort in the invisible shield. However, she wasn't fine. She kind of disliked her demon privilege now. Being so comfortable while a certain someone had to suffer was uneasy. She hated this feeling. She wanted to get rid of it.

So she did.

When Emily was about to wipe her face for the seventh time, the rain stopped out of the blue. Emily tilted her head, found it strange when it was still raining on the street. The only place that rain had stopped was hers. Emily looked up but couldn't see that dark cloud anymore. Instead, it was a big black wing hovered above her head, as a result, Spencer's shield stretched through Emily's place, prevented her from any drop of the rain.

Emily turned, fixed her gaze on Spencer who pretended nothing had happened.

"Thanks." Her voice almost disappeared in the rain.

"Oh please. I just want to show off my wings. See? You people thought Angel wings are the best but look, look at this shiny black. So elegant."

The intern smiled to herself, unknowingly sat a little closer to the owner of the wings. They stayed silent, calmly watched the rain. While less and less people appeared on the street, Emily took her time to admire an up close look of a demon's wings. Spencer was right, they had this shiny look and if she paid enough attention, she could see each feather changed color from dark blue to dark red. They weren't black at all.

However, Emily saw a spot that the color was grey and seemed lifeless. Out of curiosity, she reached for it, gently touched it with her hand. It felt just as warm and smooth as other spots even though it had lost the magic. After a brief moment, Emily realized she had gone a bit too far from her boundary. She took her hand back, glanced over at Spencer twice to see if she had hated her more yet.

Spencer hadn't. She sat still, dangling her legs quietly. When Emily thought she had completely gone to her space out zone, Spencer raised her voice.

"I got shot during a mission. It was a simple task where all I needed to do was messing with this God's business. He was a bad person, according to the file, and they wanted to stop him. So they sent me. You see, since he's a God, he knows about our system. He hired these so call "breakers" who would break any rule for money to stop me."

As the story being told, the rain got heavier. Emily couldn't hear most of Spencer's words and she was digging it. She pulled her hair behind her ear, leaned her upper body to the sound source. Without knowing, she eventually sat a little closer and closer. "They shot me with the silver gun. Anywhere the bullet touches, it disintegrates. Luckily, the bullet broke into smaller pieces when it hit my shield before it got to me. The piece burned that spot right away and it stayed like this from that moment."

By the time Spencer finished, Emily's head was half way through to rest on Spencer's shoulder. Her eyes looked distance, seemingly had so many thoughts on what she just heard. When Spencer turned over, her cheek was greeted by Emily's warm breath. She took a long good stare at Emily's face in silence before got back to her normal self, smirking and nodding.

"You look even better up close."

Emily woke up from her day dream instantly, glanced back. The moment she realized how close they were, her cheeks turned on "extremely hot sunny day on a desert" mode. Even her ears could feel it reddening.

Avoided eye contact, Emily tried to distant herself from the cause of all this physical reacts of her body but Spencer held her back. She grabbed her hand and pulled it toward herself, smiling.

"C'mon, it's still raining, you don't want to get sick."

That was reasonable even though the size of Spencer's wings could cover Emily if she had sat further away. Of course, science had proven, closer was better. Way, way better. And Emily sat back but the fact that Spencer still didn't release her hand caused new problem.

She didn't really want Spencer to let go of her hand because it felt kinda nice and warm and soft and everything. However, her eyes kept telling to glance at their hands. She didn't know why, she just wanted to look at them. But then that would be too obvious and Spencer would take it back and yeah, real life problem. So Emily sat there, held her breath and tried to distract herself from the hands.

"So…um… what happened next?"

"Oh, I ended up killed them all." Spencer answered quickly, kept pretending like she forgot to take her hand back.

The look on Emily's face told Spencer she shouldn't have said that. She stared at the street, frown a little. Spencer tilted her head, squeezed the intern's hand, said softly.

"Hey, that was supposed to happen. It was either them or me."

Emily glanced back but didn't reply. Her eyes eventually flicked to the street again. Without a word, Spencer took her hand back, mimicked Emily's position and let her mind wander elsewhere.

The rain was heavy but it slowly stopped. The wind rose stronger, flew away all the clouds to reveal sunlight again. The sun appeared on top of the building in front of them. Its lights reached their place, brightened up everything. The sun loved Emily, Spencer admitted. Her smile got wider as Emily was glowing in the warm light.

Moments passed, Spencer stood up, which made Emily stood up too.

"Where are you going?" She asked, annoyed by how desperate she sounded.

"I have stuffs to do."

"Ah, important stuffs." That came out more disappointed than Emily had planned.

"Don't worry. I'll be around." Spencer smirked, enjoyed Emily's reaction.

"Who says I want you to be around?" Of course she would protest.

The demon smiled but didn't reply, spread her wings and was ready to fly away. The wind caused from her wings swept through Emily's place, messed up her hair.

"Nice!" Narrowed her eyes, Emily combed her hair with her fingers, murmured to herself. "As if I don't have wings is not bad enough."

To my surprise, the demon landed back, walked to Emily's spot. She gently pushed some strands of hair behind her ear. Her palm lingered near Emily's cheek as she whispered a quiet sorry.

"Um… it's fine." Emily replied, took a glance at Spencer's eyes and turned away.

Spencer smiled, turned and walked a bit further before spread her wings. As always, she looked back, smirked and dropped a dramatic goodbye.

"Be safe, little angel."

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