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Angel's Bitterness

It's amazing, that after two years, he's still all I think about.

I've rebuilt my life to a certain degree. I remember everything I forgot more and more each day. But I remember three things the most. His touch. His smile. His eyes. I will never forget them, and I hope maybe, just maybe, he hasn't forgotten me either.

I walked quietly down the street. Being that it was winter and I was in New York, it was a cold place to be, so I had a rather heavy jacket on. I stopped at my usual lunch café, and froze, surprised to see another customer of theirs.

But his wings were gone.

I slid, as smooth as I could, into the chair across from him and looked curiously at him. He didn't have a wedding ring on. Maybe he just lost it? After all, he was marrying that Darla person.

"Tiz," he said coldly. As bitter as he sounded, it felt so good to hear him say my name. He still remained adorable as ever.

"Where's the wife?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.

"Non-existent," Warren replied. "Why do you just assume I got married?"

"Because your wings are gone," I said, "I figured she'd make you chop um off."

"For your information, I got the cure a couple days after you left me. She had nothing to do with it. Two days later, I informed her we weren't getting married. I told my father to get lost. You leaving may have been the best thing to ever happen to me. At least, as far as my life is going."

"Why'd you chop them off?" I asked.

"They were a painful reminder of the only person that ever loved them," Warren stood up, "And it was time to forget." He walked hastily to the door.

"Nice seeing you," I shouted, "I'm leaving tomorrow for Seattle." I hated being moved for my job, but I needed the income.

"Great," Warren said, "Hope your plane crashes." That one hurt. Just not as much as watching him leave.

This section is in Warren's POV…

I can't believe it. I was kind of pissed at myself, and kind of proud. I finally stood up to him, but did I really want to? And how hypocritical of me was it to leave! Part of me wants to turn around and go back- but no- he's leaving tomorrow. It'd only make things complicated, and I'd end up getting hurt again. Yeah. Might as well go home.

As lonely as it may be.