Andy couldn't sleep. Ashley had let Andy stay at his house until he was ready to leave. Secretly, he didn't want to leave. Andy found Ashley intriguing, in a way. He was a little shy, but kind and caring. He didn't seem weirded out by the fact that he had wings and was so gentle holding the ice pack on them. Something about Ashley caught Andy's full attention. Maybe it was his chocolate brown eyes, or his soft brown hair.
Andy rolled on his side so he could lay down without hurting his wings. He pulled the blanket which Ashley had brought to him up to his chin. He was thankful for the warmth; he was freezing, but he didn't want to ask for another blanket because he didn't want to seem needy.
Andy heard soft snoring coming from one of the rooms, which he assumed was Ashley's. He smiled as he thought of what Ashley must look like asleep.
To Andy, Ashley was gorgeous. Andy loved Ashley's tattoos and wanted to look at every single one and trace them with his fingers. He wanted to stroke Ashley's soft-looking hair and kiss his pink lips.
Andy knew that he was passionate for Ashley. He wanted Ashley for his own. He wanted to wrap him up and love him forever.
He knew that Ashley must not feel the same about him. To him, he was just another stranger. He was another guest in his house, and only a patient to him. Ashley was most likely just going to leave him on the streets when he was healed.
He wouldn't do that. A part of Andy said.
Andy stared at the ceiling, thinking about Ashley and how kind he was to him. He hadn't been scared of Andy like he had predicted that most humans would be. In fact, he seemed intrigued with Andy's dark wings.
Andy thought about what his life had been like before he had been kicked out of Heaven. He didn't want to remember, but he didn't know what else to think about.
He had tried his best to keep it secret from God that he was gay. He knew that if He found out, he'd be kicked out of Heaven for sure.
He found out and started yelling at Andy.
"You think that's allowed in my kingdom, Andrew?!" He yelled. Andy flinched as God was yelling at him. "You are a disgrace! You're supposed to be in my Army, and this is how you behave? You're no Angel of mine."
The floor opened beneath Andy, and he fell to the Earth, his once pure, white wings turning pitch black.
Andy passed out when he hit the ground. His entire body hurt, and he knew that his wing was broken. He knew that a human would probably find him and kill him, if a demon didn't first or if he didn't die from injuries.
The last thing that Andy had seen before he passed out completely was the silhouette of someone, most likely human, walking slowly toward him.
When he came to, he was in a warm house, laying on a couch. His wings were tucked under him, and he was very uncomfortable. Andy sat up and stretched. He felt someone looking at him and turned around.
Andy's breath caught when he saw a beautiful human man staring at him.
Andy eventually fell asleep, a smile on his face as his last thoughts of the night were about Ashley.