The angel

I climbed up the concrete stairs, the onslaught of people making it hard to breathe. I hated doing this everyday just to get to work and most days I ran just to skip this overbearing crowd but today I had no such luck. 'Almost there, almost there.' I thought to myself. I was being crushed against the wall since I was going against the flow of this oppressive wave. I could barely breathe, everything was way too loud, way too bright. I could hear snippets of conversation all melding together to form a loud buzzing that was making its' way from my brain to my toes and back again. I was swaying, was I? I was too pressed in from all sides to figure out if I was swaying. Something grabbing onto me, I barely felt it but I could clearly see a person in front of me maneuvering through the flood. Around the edges of my vision it was soft, colors were running into each other but the person in front of me was starkly detailed. Strong shoulders were snugly fit into a dusty pink jacket, dark curly tousled hair was bouncing with the force of pushing through more and more human beings, glimpses of golden skin blinked out at me every once in a while. It felt like hours before we got through but we did, we survived the tsunami of bodies. When I turned to look at the person who had saved me, I saw a beautifully constructed face. A strong jawline contrasted a delicate pair of full lips moving but I could not make out what they were saying, round green eyes looked worriedly at me, waiting for an answer I was assuming. I nodded, grounding myself into the cream colored walls of the hall I was in now. "I'm ok" I muttered standing straight, trying to not look so anxious. The forest eyes rolled in amusement and the soft petals of the lips crinkled upwards. "Alright shorty, don't make me save you again. Be careful." The stranger turned, smiled and waved a bit before turning the corner of the hallway, disappearing from my life forever.