Life is just a blur

Sylwia's POV


"Sylwia! Long time no see!" someone says behind me, making me turn around.
"Lahash?" I ask, recognizing him as another fallen angel.
"I'm actually Victor here."
"Well, I didn't know that."
"It's okay."
"So..." I pause, a little frightened by him, "What brings you here?"
Before hearing his answer, I hide my thoughts, he could do something. He was one of the evillest fallen angels in Semiazan's "army". The one who always wanted to convince angels to fall, to make revolutions against God. "Uh, I heard about someone called Frank Iero..." he says and I freeze, "Do you know him?"
I won't tell him, I don't trust him. "No, who is he?"
"Really? Semiazan's advisor doesn't know he's here now?"
"Semiazan is here?" I fake astonishment, "How do you know it?"
"I read an angel's mind. He was really handsome, I'd bang him," he licks his lips.
An angel? Here?
Barman.
Ignoring the 'I'd bang him' comment, I ask, "What will you do if you find this Frank?"
He lifts his index finger, as to correct me, "When I find him, I will make him become Semiazan again," he claps his hands excitedly. "Guess who got his memories!"
He wants Frank to be a demon again. And he can do that, if he has his memories.
What is going to happen? We will be an army again, to destroy the world, to kill every single angel or to make them sin and become fallen angels. Demons will take over the sky, they will conquer God's reign.
"Oh, you're really lucky, Lahash! I wish I had them!" I laugh and he smiles.
Great. She's with me. he thinks.
Good, he trusts me.
"I have to go now, I've got homework to do!" I say, with a random excuse.
"Okay. Being human really sucks," he laughs and walks away.
I turn around and, when no one is in sight, I lift my right hand and make the wind rise. Its invisible hands lift me up and I fly to Gerard's house.
I like flying like this, it makes me feel light as a feather. Sure, it would be cool to have wings, but I don't really care.
When I see the house, I slowly start going down, then I knock on the door.
The door is opened by... Frank?
Gerard is behind him, his arms around the shorter boy's waist.
Oh no. Again.That makes everything harder. "Hey!" I greet them.
"Sylwia! Come in!" Gerard says, while Frank opens the door more.I go in smiling at them, and they both blush. "Love at first sight, I guess," I say and they start giggling together.
That surely wasn't the first sight they shared. But they don't know. Sigh.
"Gee," Frank says, "I have to go home..."
"Right now?" Gerard asks him, pouting.
The shorter boy nods and hugs the red haired, placing a small kiss on his lips.
Then he turns to me and hugs me too, and I hug him tighter.
"Bye!" Frank says, now out of the door, waving his hand.
"Bye, Frankie," Gerard says, blowing him a kiss. Frank catches it with his right hand.
When the door is closed, Gerard looks at me. "Lix Tetrax?" he asks.
"Yup," I say, "Rahatiel."
"Yeah. What was Frank's name?"
I decide not to answer him, but to make him remember instead.

Gerard's POV


It's a sunny day, and I decide to go out of my home for once.
There's no one in sight, every angel is at the rehersals of the heavenly choir. Except for me.
Sighing, I lie on the green grass, near some bell-shaped blue flowers.
The sun is too bright for my eyes, so I shut them.
Angels should be able to watch the sun without getting hurt, because we are more powerful and things like that. I don't like the sun.
I prefer the light of the farthest stars, the small and modest stars, yet ten times more beautiful than this big ball of gas.
I hear a noise beside me, someone sat next to me.
With an hand over my eyes, I look at the stranger from the spaces between my fingers.
He's a boy. I've never seen him before.
He has red and black hair, and when he turns to me, his smile brighter than the sun, his eyes capture mine. The irises are red and the pupils are vertical, but that doesn't scare me."Nice place, here," he says, his voice deep as he stares at the horizon again.
I sit up and nod, then turn to him again. He's too perfect to be real. His features are soft, but he has a strong jaw. He's pale like me and he has some dark figures on his skin."What are those?" I ask, pointing at them.
"Tattoos," he turns to me. "Why?"
"I've never seen them anywhere."
"That's because angels are pure and we're just shit," he says, smiling.
That makes me feel strange.
He just swore, insulted angels and insulted himself. And he was smiling.
He turns back to the sun, not smiling anymore."Why are you here?" It's his turn to ask.
"I could ask you the same question," I say, smiling. With him I feel like I can say anything, he wouldn't get angry. He could get a wrong idea of me, but who cares?
He laughs. A hearty laugh, joyful. "Wow, that surely doesn't happen everyday."
"That what?"
"You," he turns to me and stares at me in the eyes. I feel like I'm melting.
"Mh?" I 'say', not actually able to speak when he's so close.
"An angel just sassed me," he whispers and we both laugh.
"Well, everyone else is singing in the choir now," I pause, "but I can't reach them."
"Why?"
As to answer, I spread my wings.
Too small to be majestic.
Too small to be a complete angel.
Too small to fly.He just caresses them. "They're so soft," he whispers, touching them slowly and carefully.
While he feels the feathers, he comes closer to me, and when he touches a feather near my back, where they are even softer, I let out a sound.He blushes. "I must go now," he says, guilt in his eyes. "Maybe I'll come back another day?"
"Sure," I feel a sad smile on my lips.
"What's your name? I forgot to ask."
"I'm Rahatiel."
"I'm Semiazan," he says, then disappears.
There's no angel called like that, pure nor fallen.
I know every name.
He's not an angel.
He's a demon.

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