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At first, I assume he will stay quiet, but when he turns around to face me and glare at me, little fireworks of pride go off in my chest. He pokes his finger right where I feel the fireworks as he growls. “Angels don't sing, you moron! Angels are so much more than flying fucks and pretty wings. And since you won’t shut your trap until I tell you, here’s the information you’re trying to get – she’s not dead; she’s fucking lost. She’s lost because I keep messing up her way around here. Why you’d ask? Oh, that’s simple. That’s because I’m the fallen one she’s looking for. But there’s this tiny detail. I didn’t fall. I escaped.”

She possessed all three effortlessly. Even when speaking to tens of thousands, her voice carried the same softness he'd heard during their quieter conversations. Then she'd spoken about her mother. His jaw had tightened. He knew how much that woman meant to her. He knew how desperately Wilhemina wanted her to wake. But nothing prepared him for what came next. A song I wrote myself. He'd smiled. Then she'd announced the title. My Angel. His fingers had tightened around the arm of his chair. And when she started singing...fuck.

I asked for the most reasonable reason why she was complimenting me out of the blue in a weird way. Her light brown curls bounced as she shook her head. "No." Putting her feet firmly on the ground, she stood up. "Bye, Autumn. I'd be careful if I were you." She started to walk away. "Wait, be careful of what?" I stood and took a hold of her shoulder. She looked at my hand, and I dropped it. When her eyes finally locked with mine, they glinted with humor and amusement. "Because sometimes angels fall and break their wings." * * *

Epilogue Selena Closing the bedroom door behind us, Angel and I prepared to settle into the comforting embrace of sleep. Our nightly ritual of winding down often turned into moments of reflection and shared thoughts. "Selena," Angel began, a soft smile playing on his lips, "can we talk for a bit? About Heaven." I nodded, sensing the depth of his emotions. "Of course, Angel. What's on your mind?" He took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and emotion. "I just wanted to thank you, Selena. For everything you've done for Heaven. She's so happy, and it's all because of you."

When Brianna sang, it was a song titled, Angels, and the most profound lines goes thus; Maybe it'll end one day, This darkness consuming me. My angels will come, Break me out of this cell, Overwhelm me with blinding light, Chasing the darkness, And I'd be enshrouded in light, A soul worthy of the angels. Those lines resounded deep within me and I could only think, who really are you Brianna?

he said guiltily. With teary eyes, I hugged him. "I thought I lost my best friend," I whispered sobbing into his shoulder. He hugged me back tightly, "I'm never letting you go." My door opened and Theodore walked in, "Andrea would you like some-" He stopped in his tracks seeing mine and Xavier's position. Xavier and I looked at him like he had grown another head. "Would you at least knock?" Xavier said to his brother voicing out my thoughts.

she said sitting behind the wheel. "Never cross an ambitious woman in your next life. I would show you that I did not land my riches from my husband like you did. I worked hard for it," she added and brought the engine to life and drove out of the police station heading home. After driving for a few minutes she started humming a tune and eventually started singing "Victory is mine, Victory is mine, Victory today is mine. I told Satan to get thee behind, Victory today is mine. Victory is mine, Victory is mine, Victory today is mine. I told Ivy Carter to get behind the cells,

one said as she looked at him like his head was going to explode any second for his ability not to listen was evident. “If you think you are better than any other creature on any of the realms, you are sadly mistaken. I will not rush to get to you or your kind. The Angels are a bunch of spoiled whiney children throughing a temper tantuam. Send the word, or you might regret it.” She said. The angels all glared at her but she glared back, and they saw the depths of her convictions. They were vain creatures, but they also knew she could wipe out the realm if she so chose to do. As they started back to their doorway, she heard one conversation taking place.

she rebuked her displeasedly, wiping Reya's tears that had already come out. "Are you feeling happy?" Angel smiled a little. "I feel happy, but I also feel sad!" she answered honestly, telling Reya who was still silent. "But I promise I will still meet you, love you, and will not forget you." she continued convincing Reya who smiled at that.

“She’s a nobody. Less than a nobody.” Though Angel was certain after their conversation a few moments earlier that Reebah was speaking from a place of wishing to protect her, her words still stung and Angel had to hold back tears. Her claws began to protrude, digging painfully into her palms, but she did not dare to let out even a whimper. The sound of sucking breath suggested that Lara was about to go off and Angel braced herself for whatever scathing remark or open insult she was about to throw her way next. Yet when she spoke, her tone suggested to Angel that she was smiling ever so sweetly.