PORT
I have observed terrenes for my entire life as a Keeper and a Herald. I knew how they express their feelings to their partners, how they court, how they date and become intimate. This, for me, was something new.
I am an angel. I was not supposed to conform to this feeling called love.
The Providence had orders for angels to take care of his creations, not to act like them. Not to follow what they are doing. Not to love terrenes, but to serve them. Not to love another angel, but work with them.
Doom was sleeping soundly on my arms on a cold, cozy night. I looked at his face under the dim light, and he was wearing a smile. I fixed his hair, watche
PORT “What’s bothering you?” Doom asked as he joined me in his bed. Three days had passed since his training period ended, and I had slept with him since then. I sighed. “Nothing,” “Come on, you can tell me,” “Let’s talk about you. You were a Weaver before; why did you choose to be reclassed and not rebirthed?” He looked up. “I don’t want to forget. I wanted to remember everything,” he answered. If an angel decided to be reclassed, it would be transferred to another class with new tasks and a set of
EROS A week passed, Port had adjusted in my home. He knew how to prepare a meal, wash the dishes, clean the room, and even wash clothes. Port was quiet. He only responds when asked or called—he doesn't start a conversation with me unless he wants to watch television. It doesn't matter. I wanted a peaceful life in my sanctuary. I wanted serenity, and he doesn't have a place to stay, so it's a win-win situation for the two of us. With this, I was able to focus on my artwork. My recent scandal died down as the CCTV footage was released, I freely gained back my integrity. But I know I was far from being safe from my critics and haters. I could accept every criticism of my artwork, but lies and fake accu
EROS I learned to cook when I was 13 years old. Sister Felisa and Sister Cora taught me how to cook. It was embarrassing because I had ruined at least five pans, broke multiple china, and got cuts and burns in the process. I couldn't tell whether I was good or not, but at least I knew how to prepare a meal for myself. Sister Felisa told me that even men should know how to cook—even do other house chores. She told me that I should be equipped. Because one day, I'll be alone and I have to take care of myself. I wasn't prepared. Three years later, when she said those words, Sister Felisa and other sisters died on a terrible fire while I was overseas for an art expo. My life went in shambles. I couldn't
EROS The air was cold, and the night was old. Port and I are still standing at the rails of the roof deck. Nothing's great to view in here, just pure darkness and serenity. "Aren't you tired?" I asked without looking. We've been standing here for so long, I lost track of time. "I'm not," he replied. "For once, I also wanted to be like you," From my peripherals, I could see him shift his position and face me, "Why would you want to be like me?" "I wanted to forget everything,"
EROS The world is but a blurry image. I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling in my room. Am I dreaming? Was that a dream? I closed my eyes again; I tried to recall what had happened. "I think he's awake," Perth said in a whisper tone. Why was he here? I opened my eyes widely and saw Perth, Ara, and Port looking at me. "Why are you here?" I said, my throat was dry. "Are you okay, Eros? Do you feel any pain in your body?" Ara asked. Her voice was trembling, worried sick.
EROS We arrived at the front gate of my property. There, I saw the car owned by Perth parked outside. I opened the window on Port's side, then Perth showed up. "I heard my bestie got a new phone," Perth said teasingly. Port giggled and showed his new phone. "I don't know how to use it," he said in a small voice. "What?" I exclaimed. "You asked me to buy that expensive unit, yet, you don't know how to use it?" "Let him be!" Perth inserted. "Don't worry, bestie. Ara will teach you how to use it. She owned an X flip too,"
EROS Standing in the middle of the hall, people around me passed by like I didn't exist. I tried to call their attention, but no one responded. A nurse approached, raising her hands to get my attention. At last, someone finally recognized my presence—or I just thought so. I waved at her in response, the nurse smiled at me and moved forward. Until she passed through me. I looked back and saw her joining another nurse. Was I dead? Why couldn't people see me? Why was I invincible to them? I strolled further in the hospital, trying to catch attention—hoping to find a person with a third eye. If I was indeed dead, I have to tell Perth or my
EROS "What are you, Port?" "Wh-what do you mean?" he stammered. I tightened my grip on his hands. "How did you save me from the landslide when it's too deep? How did you save me from the fire when the passages are already burning?" Port escaped from my gaze, then tried to pull back his arms. "You're hurting me, Eros," he cried. It snapped on me. I immediately released Port's hands from my grip. He sat on the bench, looking away. "Sorry," I said. The whole room was quiet except for my heartbeat and heavy brea