Iggy
"You're cute." I heard Ely laugh. I smiled. I couldn't help it; she made me so unbelievably happy. Max would argue that she's not needed – a non-freak, she couldn't fly or see colors with her hands or feet or do anything but be…..herself.
That was enough to drive my heart into an uncontrolled frenzy. Annoying, sometimes. But oddly enjoyable.
"Why thank you, Miss O'Dolly." I said. Her name was unusual: Ely O'Dolly. She was, she had informed me, a Polish-Irish girl. Whatever her ancestry, she was unusually beautiful. Wavy, dark brown hair with blond streaks put there in July. They were growing out, leaving her natural color above the blond. Nose with a small slope outward in the bridge, full lips, golden brown eyes. I knew this from just being near her. Not only that, though. Gorgeous tiny waist creating an hourglass shape that every girl envied, thin but curvy... What I wouldn't give to -
Oh, right. Angel can read minds from up to a mile away. I shut down my inappropriate thoughts and focused on Ely again.
"When are you leaving?" she asked nervously. I frowned. I didn't like to mention my leaving in a few months to train new recruits in the artic. She thought I was going to college. One more thing: she was a freshman, and I was a senior in the high school were both currently in. Nudge's bambi eyes had led to our enrollment. Technically, I was supposed to be a junior, but I was gifted. We all were. We kept us a secret. Drama was something I didn't need.
"A few months." I mumbled. When I thought about leaving here, I thought about how much it would hurt to leave….her. It would break her. I didn't want that.
"Oh, Iggy." She said, wrapping her slender arms around me. I didn't resist, wrapping mine around her small body near me. She was tall - 5' 9" to my 6' 1".
"I know." I whispered. I unfolded my wings from the slits cut in my shirt, wiggling them into the cold air and wrapping them around her.
Truth is I didn't know. All I wanted was her. I didn't care about the mission, as long as she was safe. I had fallen unnecessarily hard for her. I planned to leave, yes. And it would hurt. I pulled out of our embrace and planted a sweet kiss on her lips. I would always remember her, I promised myself.
Always.
The trees waved their amber leaves in the wind, some aimlessly drifting downwards. The woods was a serene place. We were nestled in the gnarled roots of an old oak tree. She was bundled up in a jacket and her favorite boots. I smiled. She honestly didn't know she was beautiful. She honestly thought she was plain, and it bothered me. Sure, all girls thought in some capacity that they weren't, but for someone as amazing as Ely to think it.
I tried to avoid the subject as much as possible, because it made me sad and angry at whatever caused her to think that idea.
"Don't wait on me, love, when I leave." I implored abruptly. I was probably going to break her heart, impulsively fall for some girl I would train.
"I would never ask you to wait on me." She replied, speaking of when she would be in high school alone.
But I wanted to wait for her.