Broken Angel
I hate parties. Yes, I like socialising but parties are not my thing. I don’t possess the 3 D’s that is essential for a party atmosphere – Drinking, Dancing and Dating. It seems no fun if you do not possess these aspects. Despite my distaste, I came here all decked up in a simple yet elegant black evening dress (with diamond hoops that I borrowed from my neighbour). All just in hope to catch a glimpse of him. Maybe he would look at me and talk to me. This crazy infatuation with my crush began the moment I accidentally entered his cabin, watching him hurl expletives on his Bluetooth with that glare in his eyes and a deep frown that I found strangely striking. I just mumbled an apology and left, with him watching me. Since then, I would look for ways to sneak a peek at the handsome stranger. At times, he would catch me looking at him but didn’t do anything more other than a slight twitch to his lips. I knew it was stupid and unnecessary but I couldn’t help it. And I’m here again. It’s a party meant for managers and important delegates anyway, so all I would do is find him and …… maybe mumble a hello? Perhaps offer him a drink? But I don’t drink. Panic builds up inside of me as I look here and there and my eyes land stairs leading to the rooftop. Seeing no other escape I rush past few guests and jog up the stairs and open the door leading to the terrace. The air is warm and windy but fresh and I find myself a bit relaxed than my earlier state.
" Fleeing from someone?" I hear a pleasant voice and whip my head to the direction it came from. There perched in the corner , sat a breathtakingly beautiful young woman wearing some kind of costume . Just like an angel with feathery wings and an equally attractive robe. She seemed to be at ease sitting at the edge of terrace with her feet dangling in thin air.
" Maybe myself " I mutter softly. She taps her finger on my shoulder and I turn to look at her.
" You would run only if you were alive " she says slowly as if I had missed an important point.
" Well I AM alive " I reply irritatingly.
She gives a sad smile. " Then why doesn't anyone notice you ?" She persists. Who is she anyway?
" A broken angel. I help broken people fix themselves back to pieces" she replies as if she read my mind.
" Why are you broken then ?" I ask her, not really interested to know her imaginative answers.
" Each time I help someone, I turn weak . A price I have to pay for the power endowned to me."
Though it's hard to believe her words , it's equally hard to ignore the meaning behind what she said.
" How do I believe you ?" I blurt out the question . She looks at me for a moment and then grabs my hand . Before I could ask her what's she doing, she just jumps. She literally jumps ! Dragging me along with her , I yell out loud in fear. I open my eyes to see myself hanging in air , one hand held by this mysterious angel of a woman. She lets go of my hand and I land on the ground with no sound. I realise I'm in the middle of the road and cars come honking, they pass through me but all I could do is stand still as if nothing happened. Startled and confused , I look at her. She flutters her shimmering wings and comes closer , offering her hand again which I grab onto instinctively. We fly again to the rooftop , and she lays me down at the same spot where I was standing just minutes ago.
" Do you believe me now ?" She asks in a casual manner. I nod my head but don't say anything. Tears emerge out from my eyes as I look down at the people walking on the streets. Is that the reason why no one really noticed me? Not even him ? I'm a dead person now.
" Do you want to live, my dear ?" She whispers softly.
I stare at her in surprise, " you can't bring me back to life!"
" Well, I can make you live again if you wish to" she smiles.
" Promise me you will live better. You won't keep things waiting too long nor will you take things or people for granted. " She holds my chin and caresses my cheek lovingly. Never have I heard such words from anyone, let alone a human.
" Yes ! I …. I promise! " I hold her hand . She nods .
" But will I see you again ?" I ask her . She offers me that sad smile again.
" I hope you don't . I won't live that long . Now close your eyes child , you're about to wake up alive" she closes my eyes with her cool soft hands. I feel a faint kiss on my forehead and my world goes black.
I open my eyes again and find myself in the same cabin I had accidentally got into . I find him staring at me with a blank question.
" Hi " I mumble. " Hello" he replies
" Can you see me? " I ask him nervously. His lips twitch , " I guess I can. Can you see me? " He mimicks my question. My throat hurts , as I remember her.
" All the time " I whisper………….
my broken angel saved me , once again.