Weird Drabble Thingy

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The Angel sat above me, looking down at me. “You cannot come home, little Angel, it’s not your time.” It whispered to me, the angels voice was soft, like a delicate flower. 

Their soft voice wrapped around me like a blanket, like the feel of my bed after a long day, the touch of a lover after a rough night, the warmth of a warm cup of hot cocoa on a freezing night. I gazed up at the Angel, “But why, dear Angel, why is it not my time? This world shakes me to my core, it strikes fear into my soul that makes me quiver and cry, I wish to come home with you, take me back to the heavens where no hurt may touch me again, please, dear angel, I beg you.” 

The Angel listened to my cries, shook its head, and took my cheek in the palm of its hands. “Your journey is not over yet sweet human, you feel this pain now, but dear, sweet human, you are strong, you will be the victor in this seemingly endless battle you wage against yourself. Do not give up.” It cooed. I could only look up and gaze at the Angel, my hands shaking as I reached up to hold the hands of the bright being above me. “Dear Angel, you don’t know of the horrors down here… I wish you could understand how much pain this world has caused me, I am not strong, Angel, I am weak.”

The Angel shook its head once more. “If that is how you think of yourself, I shall leave you with this,” The dear Angel leaned down and placed a gentle kiss upon the top of my head. “The kiss of an Angel, a blessing, a promise that you will be happy once more, goodbye, my dear human.” And with that my saving grace was gone.

The Angel had left me in the dark corners of my room, alone once more. I held my head, the feeling of the kiss still lingering. “Goodbye, dear Angel.”