Author's note: "look into his angel eyes, you'll think you're in paradise…"
Sorry, I've been really busy lately and haven't had the chance to update. Next chapter will be longer.
DISCLAIMER- characters belong to Cassandra Clare
An Angels Story
Chapter 3
I looked into his eyes. Deep ocean blue, sky blue, a swirling electric blue that showed everything. I recognised those eyes. I had seen them before. A long time ago maybe, but I can remember the picture. These eyes looked older, they had more depth in them, they were wiser, hardened.
At the very bottom of his eyes, deep in the swirling colour, I could see sadness, grief. It was hypnotising. I couldn't break my gaze from those strong eyes. I was trapped, staring into his angel eyes.
He took a step back, his warm hands leaving my shoulders. The warmth from my body seemed to drain out and follow him. I had strength though, he gave me strength, hope to continue living.
As he turned away his mop of black hair contrasted startlingly with his pale skin and white wings, I recognised him. The realisation hit me like a wall. It had been so long. So many centuries had passed. He was a memory. I almost didn't believe my memories anymore. I became a wreck. A mental and physical wreck. Without him I was just the husk, a shell of my being, living on with no purpose. But he came back.
"Alexander…" I whispered softly.