Ablackwing

"A black wing... An angel with a black wing trying so hard to fly despite his shortcoming. This image is coming to my mind." I honestly replied to him.

"Then from today, Ablackwing I am."

"Huh?" I opened my eyes to see his smiling face.

"Nice name angel Eve. Thank you." He said and it dawned upon me that meant 'a-black-wing' as his name! He seriously had nut loose in his head. I just said whatever came to my mind. He can't just take it and claim it as his name when there are tons more nice ones out there that would fit him.

"You're just kidding, aren't you? You can't be seriously saying about making this your name."

"I am serious." An angel came to my life, asked me to give him a name and I had to blurt out this thing. I really screwed up this time. I don't know why I had this feeling he is very stubborn.

"But how am I supposed to pronounce it. A-Black-Wing. It sounds too weird and long. Don't be hasty in your decision." I tried to make him see that it wasn't perfect.

"Hmm... I guess we can trim it. You can call me Black, in short. You know, it's my favourite colour." And there he went, smiling yet again. It was amusing enough. His skin was like snow, his hair was white, and he chose the name Black because of his wing. I should have named him 'White' instead. I just knew that he was not going to give me any second chances. I could tell from the way he smiled with his lips almost that he was attached to it already.

"Yeah. I kinda figured that out from your clothes."

"Black sounds perfect." He moved his hand towards me. I saw he had finished eating already. The next moment looked down and my mind was blown. The plate was empty! Only a few crumbs were left. I ate without even knowing I was eating. His omelette was that tasty! I quickly grabbed that last big crumb before he finished taking up my plate.

He laughed looking at my behaviour. I know I was mannerless but I couldn't help it. I was being irritated by his lack of manners before. But I guess we were woven of same clothes. Wasn't I a rebelling kid a few years back? Instead of being embarrassed by my behaviour I felt a little tingle of excitement in being mannerless. "I'll make you more tomorrow. "

"Really!?"

"Yeah and I'll bring it to your room too before you can wake up." He winked at me.

"You're can seriously make a really good wife someday," I teased.

"I wouldn't mind being a wife if you're my husband." The angel chuckled and teased me back. I sure wasn't ready for that. Blood gushed towards my face and I was sure my face was looking like a tomato. I was such an idiot.

"I'll wash these after some time," he said while putting the dishes in the sink. "I need a little more rest I guess. Can I... Can I stay here for a few more days?"

"You don't have to wash them. I will do that. Just get alright soon. I live alone here. You can stay for as long as you want." I'd rather have him stay with me and hear his stories rather than stay alone and scream whenever I see a cat.

"Really?"

"Yeah, as long as you agree to be my personal cook, Black." That was the first time I took his name and it didn't feel as weird as it did at first.

"I'm going to stay here forever then." He said in a joking manner as he walked out of the kitchen.

"But before that..."

I turned but I didn't get a chance to see him because he grabbed me. His arms spread themselves around me like they were snakes and I was their food. He hugged me so tightly that I felt getting squeezed under his muscles. His skin felt warm as if he still had a fever. That feeling was so beautiful... So familiar.

"Thank you for yesterday. It was a wonderful night."

"Um... We didn't do anything, did we?" I asked. I was sure that nothing happened but the way he was thanking me made me have second thoughts. The angel laughed at my question.

"Nothing like that. You know, today when I woke up in the morning, I felt alive after so many years. I found something that I had once lost. Thank you for fulfilling my selfish request. I don't know how can I ever repay you for all the kindness you've showered upon me, angel Eve." I could feel it in his hug that he meant each word.

He started crying again as he finished speaking. Such an innocent creature this angel was. Such a crybaby. It's sweet how he doesn't shy away from his feelings. He bares it all out.

"It's ok. You've already done a lot for me too." He made me such a delicious breakfast for me in the morning. He made me look ahead instead of the past memories when I sat on the dinner table. He made me feel really special every time he called me an angel. Even though they might be little things, but they were very big for me. I feel like myself again when he's with me.

He withdrew a little and looked inside my eyes. I didn't know what to speak. We stood there for a while, just looking in each other's eyes as if some unspoken staring contest had started. His eyes were so beautiful and it really made it easier for me.

"You've really beautiful eyes Eve. I feel like I'm drowning in them."

"Oops." He looked at me like I had caught him stealing a cookie from a jar. He quickly walked out of the kitchen.

I stood there dumbfounded, looking straight towards the wall of the hallway painted in red. My skin felt like it was made of raw coal and his kiss ignited a spark that started burning my cheeks. Even my hand felt hot as I placed it over my face. That was the first time in my life that a guy kissed me.

He had stolen my first kiss!

* * * * * *

"Are you asleep?" I whispered in a low voice.

I didn't want him to sleep. I wanted to talk to him, to hear about heaven and to know how everything he could tell me. I came right to the room after I was done with dishes. He was laying on the bed on his stomach. His face towards the window, away from my sight. So I wasn't sure if the candidate for the perfect wife was awake or he fell to slumber again.

"Yeah," he replied. Such a dummy.

"Here. I brought some water for you." I put the bottle near the bed so he could have it if he gets thirsty.

"Thank you... And I'm sorry about that. I don't know what happened to me."

"Sorry?" I didn't know what he was saying sorry for.

"Yeah. Because... I kissed you." he said softly. I could see he was embarrassed when he tried to wrap himself inside the blanket as he spoke.

"It was the first time a guy did that to me," I said while rolling my eyes even though I knew he wasn't looking at my direction. But it was funny that I didn't mind his mini assault on my cheek.

"It was the first time I did that too." he meekly whispered. Girls are supposed to be that cute when they get all shy, not guys. But when he said it, I felt kind of happy inside.

"I'm not mad at you" He instantly turned around when he heard my word as if he didn't believe me. He opened his eyes for a quick glance but closed them again soon enough.

"You truly are an angel, you know that angel Eve? I was dying of embarrassment from the time I crashed on the bed," he said while his eyes were closed.

"Tell me. Have you ever been kissed like that?"

"No. Why?" I walked towards the bed without making any noise. My heart thumped when I thought about what I was going to do. Only his face was out of the blanket. I just bent and planted a kiss on his cheek. His skin was very warm.

"Now we're even," I spoke and sat down on the bed.

He opened his eyes and I saw the same dumbfounded expression on his face that might have been on mine a few minutes back. But he regained his calm quicker than me and let out a silly smile.

"So I was thinking if you can tell me about..."

"About what?"

"About the thing that happened in past. You know about my dream and all that stuff."

"Um..." he paused for a bit, trying to think of the exact words. "I... Can't tell you."

"But why?"

"Have you ever wondered why you forgot that in the first place?"

"No"

"Because you were supposed to forget that." The way he spoke was different from the way he usually speaks, somehow. I can not exactly pinpoint why I felt that way. But it was surely different. He was lying to me.

He surely had his own reason why he wasn't telling me. It was a surprise that he even remembers something from ten years ago when we both were kids. I didn't want to force anything out of him. I've lived well enough without knowing anything for ten years. I guess it won't change the way I live if I hear about my past now.

"It's a miracle how you see that memory in your dreams. I really didn't expect that."

"I see new dreams now you know. Last night, I saw my hand on your back, covered in blood."

"I guess you'll learn about it yourself eventually. I sure hope so."

"It's filled with so much suspense and mystery. Like a super exciting comic whose new volume hasn't released."

He laughed at how I explained. I know it was absurd but it was the best thing I could come up with. His happy laughing face was even more pretty than his normal smiling one.

"Your analogy is terrible."

"I know right. But if you can't tell me about myself, at least you can tell me about yourself."

"My life story isn't that interesting. But what you wanna know."

"Everything... Like who are you? Why do you have a black wing? Things like that, if they're not that personal..."

"Okay, I got it. I'll answer your questions one by one." I think he got what I was trying to say.

I hopped on the bed and put the blanket on my feet. I was all ready to hear. I didn't mind that he was still lying.

"I'm from Eden like you are from Gaia. I used to have white wings before but three years ago, a demon cut off my wing... You know, one wing is unstable. As time passes, the wing rots and when a wing rots it starts to turn black. It devours the life force if it stays attached. Death follows when the wing turns black..."

He kept on speaking but I couldn't listen. The only thing that echoed in my mind at that time was that angels die when their wing turns black. It frightened me, shook me to the core when I realized that he was going to die too...