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Fallen Angel

I've been in heaven for over 3000 years, so my lack of human communication should be forgiven. See, angels don't directly talk to humans. We have no reason to at the very least. It's against Heaven's rules to interact with a human. Much less fall for one. But yet here I am. I'm sitting on the bed of a stranger. My wings are fried, and I have no way of returning to Heaven. I was forced to fall with no choice in the matter. This is the story of how I fell from grace.

Heaven is an unusual place. Millions of angels who couldn't care less about others. Are sent to watch over humans on Earth, and to only meddle with their lives if so needed. But under no circumstances are you to reveal yourself to a human. It's one of the most important rules of Heaven. Second to not questioning the word of our father. And why would we want to? Father is absolute isn't he? Well I thought so too, but things change. It was on the occasion of when I had to guide a young girls soul to Heaven that I lost it. It was the first time in 3000 years that I questioned an order from my father. The other angels said I grew soft. And that I was becoming too human like. And for that I was cast out. Left rot in some lowly park bush in the middle of nowhere. Wings burnt and injured beyond what I can heal myself. It's in best interest that I keep them folded behind me on my back. At least it is less likely that they will be injured more that way.

"Help. Please. Someone help me," I called out. My arms and legs refusing to help me pull myself out of the bush.

"Help."

"Are you okay?" a voice said peering over the bush.

It was a guy. From what I could tell he looked in his 20's. He had black hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes.

"Please help me up," I pleaded with him. He grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet.

"There you go. Atta boy!"

"Okay. Just, please don't take me to a hospital… please…"

My head was pounding and my vision was growing blurry. My wings were in increasing pain.

"Wait. Why?"

"Just please… please don-"

I felt an arm go under my arm and around my waist. Trying to keep me up right. My body couldn't remain consciousness anymore. It was too painful to.

I woke up with a pounding headache. My ribs hurt unimaginably. And my wings remained in the same distress I left them in. They need help but I can't show a human my wings. I might not be much of an angel anymore. But at the very least I need to follow that one rule. He'll kick me out… and I have nowhere to return to.

"Oh you're up!" The stranger said entering the room.

"Where am I?"

"You asked me not to take you to the hospital. So you're currently at my house." He said sitting a bottle of ibuprofen and a glass of water down on the nightstand.

"Your house? No no no! I gotta go! I can be here"

I tried jumping out of bed only to end up onto the floor.

"Ow."

He let out an audible sigh and helped me back onto the bed. Taking a seat on the side of the bed next to me.

"Whatever you did you seemed to have messed up your ankle pretty badly.

"You don't understand. I gotta go".

"Listen here buddy. You're not going anywhere till you heal some more. Id at least like to know your name first," He said grabbing my shoulders. Stopping me from trying to jump off the bed again.

"My name? It's Dan. Dan Howell."

"Alright Dan, I'm Phil. It's a pleasure to meet you. If you don't mind me asking. How old are you?"

The truthful answer would be older than time itself. I was alive to see the birth of the first humans. I was alive to see Cain and Abel. The realistic answer would be in my 20's.

"I'm 25."

"Alright. So how did this happen?"

I can't exactly say I fell from grace. That wouldn't go over very well.

"I fell."

"You fell? Where did you fall from? How could you sustain that much damage from just falling?"

I need to tell him. My wings need help.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Humor me."

"Heaven... I fell from Heaven."

"You must think I'm stupid. To believe something as dumb as that."

"I'm only telling you this because my wings were hurt in the fall and are in excruciating pain," I said dead serious.

"I'm not veterinarian but I guess I can look at them."

I slowly (and painfully) unfurled my wings to show him. They were burnt and some of the feathers were falling out. They stretched out to the size of the room. Barely brushing off the wall.

Phil was astonished. I don't think he actually believed that I was an angel. I told him I wasn't lying.

"They're beautiful."

"Thank you."

He admired them for a while and then reached out touching the muscle of my wing.

"It seems that your wing was injured. I think it'll be best if we wrap it so it'll heal properly" he said grabbing an ace bandage from the bed side table and wrapping my wing.

"Alright. From the looks of it, it should be healed in about a week."

"A- A week? I can't wait a week. I don't have anywhere to stay."

"Nonsense! If you need to you could stay here."

"Really?"

"Yes. Now get some rest, and call me if you need me."

"Thank you."

"It's no problem. Promise."

"No really. Thank you."

"Alright. Just get some rest. And try to sleep on your side so you're not laying on your wings."

"Goodnight Phil."

"Goodnight." He said slowly shutting the door and turning off the lights.

You know, maybe Heaven is wrong. Maybe being like a Human isn't quite so bad. Humans are more considerate that I was told. I thought they'd be different. Selfish, annoying, greedy. But yet here is a total stranger. Showing compassion to me as if I was one of his own. The human concept of love is strange. But it's become something that I am slowly growing fonder to. Humanity, and humans truly were worth saving and watching for all those years.