"Come on, you don't have the guts to drop me. I'm your own flesh and blood, your daughter, your little angel," Sophie smirked, "literally."

"Somewhere under that black hole of yours is a real heart. I know you care. You're just to arrogant to admit it." Sophie continued. Nezznus growled in extreme anger.

"You better watch your mouth kid, cuz you're one more word away from bein' dead." Nezznus said angrily.

"You can't kill me. You won't drop me. I know you and I know you won't."

Sophie actually didn't know where all this confidence was coming from, but she liked it. Something about the situation just made her able to stand up to her father.

"I will drop you!" He screamed. Sophie was a little intimidated, she had to admit, but she sucked it up.

"Okay, okay, chill."

"You've intimidated me one too many times! You're finished, you little devil!" Nezznus released his grip on Sophie's shirt collar, and suddenly Sophie was falling towards the ground. In the process of unfolding her wings, Nezznus swung a fist towards her. It landed on Sophie's wing, as she had tried to use her wings to protect herself from his fist.

That, of course, wasn't good at all. Since angels—especially dark angels—have unspeakable strength, so when he punches, he breaks. Especially when he's over the edge with his anger.

Sophie knew that her wing was broken now, and she knew that there was no possible way she was going to fly. It's a good thing I don't feel pain in my wings, Sophie thought.

In Sophie's perspective, she was falling in slow motion. Everything was happening so slowly. As she fell, she looked to Nezznus. She studied his expression. It was of hatred and of sadness. Hatred that he was letting go of the only person he had left to take over his throne. Sadness over the fact that he knew he was losing his daughter, his flesh and blood, his little girl. And Sophie hated to see it when she knew what she had to do.

She saw the hatred and sadness conflicting with each other, and she knew that it was extremely dangerous. If something wasn't done about him now, the internal war would keep eating at his insides until there was nothing left. And when there was nothing left, well…there would literally be nothing left.

So what she was about to say next, was the hardest thing she would ever have to say.

Sophie gave him a death glare before speaking. "You're dead to me. You were never my father. You were just that guy who used my mother and me to get what you wanted. And now that you lost me, you're probably going to go crazy." Then Sophie's good wing could not hold her up anymore. It gave out and she went tumbling towards the ground.

~…~

I stood from the street where I was previously pushed down and looked around. I realized why everyone was staring; they could see me. My wings were spread wide—my broken one bent a little—for everyone to see. My secret was spilled out all over this hustle-and-bustle town and there was no excuse known to man that would weasel me out of this now. The last time this happened, a school was blown up and four grades' worth of students were found dead. I didn't want this town to suffer the same fate, and I didn't want any of my friends to suffer because they know my secret. I looked around at everyone in the large crowd. They were frozen in amazement, awe at the sight of an angel.

I couldn't help but think of how much my mother is going to kill me when she finds out what happened today. For a good angel, I've gotten in quite the amount of trouble over the years. I saw that everyone almost expected me to say something to them in explanation, like they were dumb or something and it wasn't obvious enough that I'm an angel and with it I have wrought many troubles in my path. I'm a destructive angel because my father makes it that way. Because he had to have my mother fall in love with him and have me, and because all angels were born good angels and unfortunately, we had the free will to choose our fate. If we wanted to go dark, we could go ahead and do just that. Sometimes the results were like a bomb that had been waiting to go off.

"Yeah, you all see it. I'm an angel. These are my wings. But that doesn't mean you can assume I planned for all this destruction to happen, because I didn't. Haven't any of you had a family history that came back to bite you in the butt?" I paused. They contemplated what I said. Murmurs of agreement surfed the crowd.

"Well same with me. I was born to protect people, not hurt them. All angels are like that," I paused again.

"Look, I'm not going to stand here and give you all a vivid explanation of my life to have you understand what happened here today," I looked around more,

"But what I will say is this: I've grown a lot since I came to Miracle City, and I've learned a lot about the value of life. I've learned that you're supposed to accept people the way they are, because that's the way it was supposed to be in the beginning and that's what god planned when he created this world. I've learned to accept people and grow around them, and not let their antics bother me," I could see my words starting to sink into people,

"So sure, if you want to judge me for being myself, then go ahead. Pretend what I'm saying here, now, doesn't matter to you and took no affect on you. I don't care. But I'm going to live out the rest of my life the way I want to, and not the way the world wants me to and I'd suggest the same for all of you." I was done with this scene, so I pushed my way through the crowd and started on my way home. Leaving them to think about what they heard and learn from it. Sometimes people didn't listen to me when I said things like this, but sometimes my words sunk in deep and people accepted them widely and grew because of what I said. Not everyone's perfect.

Before I could open the front door to my house, I felt a hand grab mine. I looked up to see Ryan. I smiled.

"Hi Ryan," I greeted. He laughed.

"You're always so subtle," He joked. He always had a tendency to make me smile no matter what condition I was in. I was almost surprised he would show up to confront me, after what we'd gone through.

"Well you know me, always one to make things a bit better," I joked back.

"Soppahhatael, you always underestimate yourself. You didn't make things better; you make my world bright as the sun every time you smile. I-I love you, Sopph." I was silent for a moment as I thought of what he said. I'd felt the same way for him ever since we first met in first grade, but he had never showed any signs of feeling the same way about me. I had gotten tired of him not noticing when I was trying to flirt with him or get him to notice me and compliment me. He never showed that he cared for me as more than a friend, and I got sick of it so I stopped trying. Then he moved. But once I saw him again, everything was different. We were both older, and he looked more mature and he smiled at me like he never had before. Like a smile that said more than it used to.

"Ryan, I…" Before I could continue, his lips were on mine in a sudden moment that I had not seen coming. For years, I'd been waiting for this moment and now, finally it was here. He was showing me that he cares about me, and I for him. It was the moment I'd been anticipating for ten, maybe more maybe less years and it was wonderful. I kissed him back and it felt deep. It felt like it meant everything in the world that I could've wanted it to mean, but his lips said it meant I love you and I will never let you go. And for me, that was all I need.

Well, there you go. That's the story! Yay, another one finished :D that's one less story to worry about -.- sorry if the whole resolution with Sophie and Nezznus was a bit rocky there, but he's really just not coming back. It was either that, or (and excuse me being a horrible person here) killing him. So I went with the first one. Review?