Kiss of an angel

She smiles as he walks in. It has been years, it seems. She has missed him, she feels now. Now that he is here. He looks dashing as ever. She loves to see him move. Such beauty, almost unearthly. Such elegance. He has always had style of most eloquent kind. As he stands at the door she begins to wonder why she has always felt like this about him. Angel. Her Angel. But no, he belongs to no one. No woman can never truly have him. So many have tried. And failed. He just walks by, breaks their hearts and walks on. He cannot be blamed. He is innocent he is blameless. He would be the most beautiful example of elven race and yet he is not an elf. He is a mortal man and yet an angel. Angel of Death. This is what he was once. That is how she remembers him. That night she would have died for him. She had witnessed him dying and almost died, too. She had fought for him so hard. Just to have him around, see him sometimes. And that great fight for his life, entire world and her dreams had formed an unbreakable bond between them. They would never speak of it, though.

He enters the room, walks to her and they embrace. He lays his chin on her shoulder, his soft golden hair touch her cheek.

Angel, she tells him softly with a glittering smile. He smiles, too, his eyes as bright blue as ever. He moves around in the room. She embraces him with her eyes, closely watching his every step. No, no mortal could ever possess such elegance, such beauty.

He turns around and says something. His words vanish into the shadows and only his voice is heard. What language is that he speaks? She cannot say, she has never noticed. But the sound haunts her. Just to have him around, just to see him, she is thinking. None would ever understand the love I feel for him. I just love to see him, have him in the world. Somewhere out there.

She rises, wearing a white nightgown as she suddenly notices. They meet. His black robe and her white melt into each other. She touches his face, brushes his hair aside, and plays with them. The room is only a little lightened but his hair shine like sun. Soft, so soft. He just looks at her. She gets lost in those eyes.

She walks to the couch and takes a seat. Suddenly, he appears in front of her and without uttering a word, lays in her lap, his head falling over her knee, hair flowing to the floor, staring her with two crystal blue eyes. She runs her fingers through his hair and smiles at him. They think little of anything. It just feels good. Like in a dream. Must be a dream.

He runs his hand over her stomach. She thinks of nothing at the moment. Suddenly, he rolls himself to the ground and kneels before her. Like some knight in some ancient tale he bows and whispers:

I love thee.

His glance caresses her. Again, they remain in silence. She stands up and witnesses him lying on the floor with his arms wide and his eyes almost shut. He looks so cold, so fragile, hurt, so damn beautiful. She bows to him. Their lips meet for a moment and they share a kiss.

Wind has risen. She turns her head to the door and when she looks back, he has vanished into shadows. She paces the room, with a happy, but melancholy look in her eyes and a solemn smile on her lips.

A kiss from an angel, she whispers. A kiss from an angel.

She smiles yet again at the thought of him, then opens the door and exits the room.

She is walking the moonbeam now, passing by stars. A dark road. Whispering forest. The elven path. When the journey ends she will remember little of it all, she knows. She looks up. Orion. Shadows embrace her and cool wind blows through her hair.

Kiss from an angel, she utters to herself and smiles.