I cast a sidelong glance at Cole who was slowly looking up at his father, whose eyes were deep in thought. "I asked her, 'Why do you want to help me?' But she only replied, 'Because you're hurt." He could not help the faint smile on his face. "I watched her as she took care of me, and when she was done, I asked her why she was on Earth. Then she said that she wanted to go away for some time, that she needed a diversion, which made me start to wonder what was really going on that would make an angel so depressed. And for some reason, for the first time in my life, I just wanted to get to know someone. I wanted to know why she was unhappy, why she had to leave, and everything about her." "Then what happened afterward?" "The night was getting late, but I told her that I did not want to go home, and neither did she. So in the end, I asked if we could meet again, and she made me promise to meet her at the same place in three days. But before she left, I asked her, 'Why do you want to hel

Rayline"When I first met your mother, she asked me to tell her if your eyes ever turned into magenta." I started to tell him the story as I could feel his body tighten against mine. "I forgot she ever asked me to do that, so before she died, I told her that your eyes had done it even very often. And she smiled, and the last thing she told me was that it meant you loved me." Then I paused and gazed into his eyes. "Is that true?"His eyes suddenly became soft. "Of course it's true." He put his hand on my cheek. "Of course, I love you Ray, very much." He let out a mirthful laugh and looked down again. "Ray, I love you so much that I don't know what to do with myself."There was a long pause. I should have felt happy, jumping up and smiling. But somehow, the way he spoke sounded painful like he was not telling the truth about it, and I could not help myself anymore and asked him."Cole, I feel that somehow you are not telling me something." His eyes flutter closed, and he takes a deep br

As each day turned into a week, the week turned into a month, and there was still no news of him at all. No one had heard or seen any signs of him. It was like he had completely vanished off the face of the earth without a trace. As the year started to change, the air started to get colder, and I looked out my bedroom window as the first snowflakes started to fall. It was still too early for snow. The snow would probably melt if any of it survived until tomorrow. But it was a sign that time was moving on. Things are changing. There were things that were dying. I looked down to check my cell phone and saw his name, and I hesitated before pressing the button. "Sorry, the number you called is no longer active or can no longer be reached-" I frustratingly threw my phone on the bed. It was always like that, never different, and I knew what would happen every time I clicked it, but still, I could not stop myself even when I saw the name. It was like a field - his secret hiding place - I

I swallowed and nodded my head. I could not really hold on to him, so I could only hope that he held me tightly. Our two bodies shot up into the air as he was flying, and I nestled my head on his shoulder. I could hear the flapping of his wings through the wind. As he glided, I could see various memories starting to drift to the surface of my brain, and I had to force my mind to bury them. I was not sure where Nicolas would take me, but minute after minute passed as he continued to fly. After a while, I finally opened my eyes, and that's when I realized that he had started to land behind a large building. He landed on the ground with both his feet, and I watched as his wings vanished behind him before he opened the door. Instantly I looked around the inside of the room. The room was huge, and there were tables and work equipment arranged neatly while people were scattered in all corners. There was a room filled with boards and computers, while another room was filled with weapons an

Rayline I furrowed my brows and looked at Nicolas, who nodded his head as he confirmed Jesse's words. "Angel blood is poisonous to demons." "Oh..." I dropped my head, and I had nothing more to say. "Are you hurt?" Nicolas, who now had the turn to ask Jesse another question, looked him up and down. "That's none of your business," Jesse replied in a blunt tone as he straightened up. "You can stay at my house if you want," I said, and Jesse let out a light chuckle. "I don't think your parents would agree with that." "They will understand if I give them a reason," I urged, but Jesse shook his head instead. "You can stay at my house," Nicolas suddenly interjected, and Jesse nearly burst out laughing. "Very funny." Jesse sneered. "Why not? Looks like you need a place to stay." Jesse then stepped away from the arena wall and walked over to Nicolas to stand right in front of him. "Why should I stay with someone like you?" Nicolas' eyes remained fixed on Jesse's. "You think you are