Ablackwing 10 When A Wing Rots

"Then from today on, Ablackwing I am."

"Pardon?"

"Nice name ange Eve. Thank you."I realized he meant ablackwing as his name. He seriously had nut loose in his head. I just says what came to my mind. He can't just take it and claim it as his name when there are tons more nice ones out there that would fit him.

"You're just kidding, aren't you? I just said what came to my mind. You can't be seriously saying about making this your name."

"Well yeah I am serious." an angel came to my life, asked me to give him a name and i had to blurt out this thing. I really screwed up this time. He might be a crybaby but I don't know why I had this feeling he is also stubborn.

"But how am I supposed to p.r.o.nounce it. Black-Wing. It sounds too weird and long." I tried to make him see that it wasn't perfect. They was the only thing I could do.

"Hmm... I guess we can twitch it. You can call me black in short. You know it's my favourite color." And there he went, smiling yet again. It was amusing enough. He was fair skinned, white haired, named black because of his black wing. If it were up to me. I would have named him white instead. Well it was up to me before but there aren't any second chances in life, are there? He seemed so attached to it already. I wasn't going to ask him to reconsider again because I didn't think it was good.

"Yeah. I kinda figured that out from your clothes."

"Black sounds perfect." he moved his hand towards me. I saw he had finished eating already. The next moment I looked down, my mind was blown. The plate was empty with just little traces of a few crumbs. I just ate without even knowing I was eating. His omelette was that tasty. I quickly grabbed that last big crumb before he finished taking up my plate.

He laughed looking at my behaviour. I know I was mannerless but I couldn't help it. It was kind of embarra.s.sing though, I was being irritated by his lack of manners before. "I'll make you more tomorrow. "

"Really!?"

"Yeah and I'll bring it to your room too before you can wake up."

"You're can seriously make a really good wife some day." His face turned a little red. I could easily make out the redness. That's a disadvantage of white skin. You can't hide it. He turned around.

"I'll wash these after some time." he said while putting the dishes in the sink. "I need a little more rest I guess. I can stay in here for a few more days?"

"You don't have to wash them. I can do that. Just have enough test. I live alone in this house now. You can have the room for as long as you want." I'd rather have him stay with me and hear his stories rather than stay alone and scream whenever I see a cat.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, as long as you agree to be my personal cook, black."

"I don't have any problem with that." he said while heading out of kitchen.

I got up from my chair and was about to wash the plates when he spoke "Btw before that.. "

I turned but I didn't got a chance to see him because he grabbed me. His arms spread themselves around me like they were snakes and I was their food. He hugged me so tightly that I felt getting squeezed under his muscles. That feeling was so beautiful, so familiar.

"Thank you for yesterday. It was a wonderful night."

"Um... We didn't did anything, did we? " I said and he laughed at my question.

"Nothing like that. You know, today when I woke up in the morning, I felt so blissful. I felt alive and warm after almost a decade. I can not exactly still express how I felt but it really means a lot to me. I don't know how to thank you. I don't know how can I ever repay you for all the kindness and affection you've showered upon me, angel Eve." I could feel it in his hug that he meant each word.

He was crying as he spoke. That's the problem with the one who feel a lot. They all are such a crybaby. But I guess that is what makes them so innocent. They don't shy away from their feelings or get afraid of expressing. They bare it all out pouring whatever they feel. It's such a beautiful thing and I like such people.

I really felt happy on my decision to stay near him last night. I felt in some corner of my heart that I did save him for once.

"It's ok. You've already done a lot for me too." it was true. He made me such delicious breakfast, he made me look ahead instead of the memories when I sat on dinner table, he made feel really special every time he said me as angel. Even though they might be little things, but they were big for me. I feel like myself when he's with me.

He withdrew a little and looked inside my eyes. We stayed there for a while, just looking in each others eyes as if some unspoken staring contest had started. His eyes were beautiful and it really made it easier for me.

"You've really beautiful eyes Eve. It feels I'm drowning in these purple ocean as I see my own reflection in them."

I was going to complement him back. Gosh his eyes were a gazillion times prettier than anyone's. But I couldn't. He instantly leaned forward as he said those words and kissed me on my right cheek. He looked back at me and acted as if he was trying to steal a cookie from a jar but he got caught. He quickly walked away towards the room.

I stood there startled, looking straight towards wall painted in red that I could see from the door of kitchen. My skin felt like it was made of raw coal and his kiss ignited a spark that started burning my cheeks. Even my hand felt hot as I placed it over my face. It was the first time any guy ever kissed me.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't embarra.s.sing at all. It just felt like so nice that I can't describe it.

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"Are you asleep?" I said as softly as I could.

I didn't want him to sleep. I wanted to talk to him, to hear about heaven, to know how everything he have to offer. I came right to the room after I was done with dishes. He was laying on the bed on his stomach. His face towards the window, away from my sight. So I wasn't sure if the candidate for the perfect wife was awake or he fell to slumber again.

"Yeah." he replied.

"Here. I brought some water for you." I put the bottle near the bed so he could have it if he gets thirsty.

"Thank you... And I'm sorry for that. I couldn't help it."

"Sorry?" I didn't know what he was saying sorry for.

"Yeah. Because.. I kissed you." he said softly. I could see he was embarra.s.sed when he tried to wrap himself inside the blanket as he spoke.

"It was the first time a guy did that to me except dad." I said while rolling my eyes even though I knew he wasn't looking at my direction. But it was was funny that I really didn't mind his mini a.s.sault on my cheek.

"It was the first time I did that too," he meekly whispered. Girls are supposed to be that cute when they get all shy, not guys. But when he said it, I felt kind of happy inside.

"I'm not mad at you" he turned his head as he heard my words, as if he didn't believe me. He opened his eyes for a quick glance but closed them again soon enough.

"You truly are an angel, you know that angel Eve? I was dying of embarra.s.sment from the time I crashed on bed"

"So I was thinking if you can tell me about..." I sat on the bed

"About what?"

"About the thing that happened in past. You know about my dream and all that stuff."

"Um..." he paused for a bit, trying to think of the exact words. "I can't tell you."

"But why"

"Have you ever wondered why you forgot that in the first place?"

"No"

"Because you were supposed to forget that." the way he spoke was different from the way he usually speaks, somehow. I can't exactly pin point why I felt that way. But they were surely different. He was lying to me. Such a terrible liar. I guess that's a disadvantage of being so expressive. You become too transparent and raw.

He surely had his own reason why he wasn't telling me. It was a surprise that he even remembers something from ten years ago when we both were kids. They was reason I didn't want to force anything out of him. I've lived well enough without knowing anything for ten years. I guess it won't change the way I live if I hear about it now.

"It's a wonder how you even see that as your dreams. I really didn't expect that."

"I see new dreams now you know. Last night, I saw my hand on your back, covered in blood."

"I guess you'll learn about it yourself eventually. I sure hope so."

"It's filled with so much suspense and mystery. Like a super exciting anime who's new episode hasn't released."

He laughed at how I explained. I know it was absurd but it was the best thing I could come up with. I haven't seen him laugh a lot but his happy laughing face was even more pretty than his normal smiling one.

"Your a.n.a.logy is terrible but I like it."

"I know right. But if you can't tell me about myself. At least you can tell me about yourself."

"My life story isn't that interesting. But what you wanna know."

"Everything... Like why you've only one wing. And why it is black? And why you wear this white scarf. And..."

"Okay I got it. I'll answer your questions one by one." I think he got what I was trying to say.

I hopped on the bed and put blanket on my feet. I was all ready to hear.

"I'm from Eden, like you are from Gaia, I mean earth. I used to have white wings before but three years ago, a devil cut off my wing. You know one wing is unstable. As time pa.s.ses, the wing starts to rot and when a wing rots it starts to turn black. It devours the lifestream if it stays attached. One dies when the wing turns black..."

He kept on saying something bit I couldn't listen. The only thing that echoed in my mind at that time was that angels die when their wing turns black. It frightened me, shook my to my core thinking that he was going to die within a few days too...