Ablackwing

'I'll be back in a day or two.' That's what he said. These words still echoed in my ears as if he said it just a few moments ago. The only unfortunate thing was, it wasn't moments ago when he said those words.

The sun had already fallen below the horizon when I opened the main door and walked inside. I looked for signs of moments as I turned on the lights. I prayed in my heart that I'd see him there. He would perhaps still be shirtless but I hoped he'd be there. But to my dismay, the house was empty, yet again. The imaginary lie I created with hope faded away. I could hear the crickets and other insects chirping in my backyard. A big house is such a curse when there's no one to live with.

As my focus moved towards the sound of my shoes on the marble floor, it reminded me that my feet were killing me. I was not used of walking from bus stand to my home. It wasn't bad in the morning as it felt like early morning jog but to walk with a tired body in the evening is just too much. I grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen and walked straight to my room. I didn't want to change but I knew when I would crash on the bed that it would get uncomfortable. I changed to my white nightdress that had little yellow baby chicks all over. Those chicks have kept me company for hours in my lonely nights. This dress was one of my favourite.

I placed the two tacos I bought on my way back on the mini table I use for a laptop. That was the usual place where I ate. I didn't like eating at the dinner table at all. The tacos were cold but still eatable. I silently thanked the guy who sold them in a portable stand near college for making such awesome tacos. He was good at his work.

As I laid down on the bed after eating, my thoughts started to wander in the garden where the memory tree of the black winged angel had grown so tall in a short time. I had tried to ignore that tree for days and closed my eyes whenever I went near it. But that damn tree danced crazily every time, asking for my attention but I somehow held myself back. It was calling out for me again and this time I had to look at it. I sat under it wishing for a certain someone to be with me there.

It was Friday night. Five days had passed since Black left. He promised to come back in two days. But he was the angel of lies. Liar he was, and a good one too. I couldn't even suspect him. So carefully he placed his words, so cautiously he expressed himself so as to leave no opening. He was like a thief, dressed in black, came stealthily and stole my trust. I was angry at him, frustrated, irritated and sad too. I was just too naive to see through his deception. All I wanted was to hear about him and his world, eat his delicious home cooked food, hear him call me angel and just stay with me. Just these simple and little stuff. Did I ask too much?

Never could I ever stop thinking about him. I kept making the reasons why he didn't come back. Perhaps he lost his way, perhaps he got in some trouble or perhaps he was still busy and he had to do some urgent work. He could have called but then another part debated that he didn't have my number. The truth was that all of them were the reasons I created in my mind. As the day passed, the optimistic thoughts changed to gloomy ones.

That night was even worse. My thoughts ran wild along with my heart. I felt kind of desolated, devastated by betrayal. Perhaps he forgot about me. Perhaps I never mattered in his life. That slight possibility was there and enough to pull me down in darkness.

I didn't know why I was missing him so much. He was sweet and kind but an angel. And I was just a useless, irritating girl. It was just a coincidence that we met. A twist of fate!

Our worlds were different and so was our life. He has been living a tough life, every day was a fight. He sought salvation. My life was easy. I was spoiled by my parents. And I didn't know what I wanted with my life. We both were so different. But that longing of his presence stirred up those feelings.

He came like a storm. Thrashed away, destroyed my simple usual life and then silently left. Loneliness, same as when that car accident happened, filled my heart. It was like one more person, as close to me as my family, was getting farther and farther from me and I couldn't prevent it.

'Come back you jerk' I whispered as tears started to pour out from my eyes as if trying to filling that emptiness. I wished, I prayed and I hoped that somehow, my words would be able to reach him and he'll come running home to me. Miracles are rare but they do happen sometimes.

I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on my sleep rather than such thoughts. That idiot was disturbing my sleep time. Ugh, So annoying! I didn't take him to be ever annoying when I first saw him. I tried the classic count the sheep to fall asleep. I remember counting till fifty-five but I soon found my thoughts deviated to the angel. The moment I realized what happened, I knew it was going to be one hard night.

My sleep broke when I heard the doorbell. I could see that it was still night through the window. I had forgotten to drop the blinds when I fell asleep.

I turned on the lights and walked downstairs wondering who had come this late at night. My friends and aunt come to visit me sometimes but no one comes this late.

"Who's it?" I asked before opening up the door. Caution is better than unnecessary danger.

"It's me." the voice said. I could find out that sweetly deep voice in a million screams anytime. That guy outside of my house was black. I was so happy when I heard that voice. My heart raced as if it had started dancing. I felt like crying out of happiness but I closed my mouth with my hands. A part of me wanted to open the door right away but the other wanted to still stay mad at me. The latter one won as I thought a little teasing won't matter.

"What do you want?" I tried to say in a normal tone that was leaning on a strict side.

"Okay. It's my fault for being late... I'm sorry."

"You said you'd be back in two days!" I turned and leaned against the door.

"Yeah I know but I urgently had to go somewhere. You know, stuff I've to do."

"You broke your promise Ablackwing."

"I wanted to tell you I'll take more time but remembered I had no way to contact you." His voice told me he's really sorry. But he should be more than that. Feel the pain, Black!

"Whatever. You're not allowed inside now."

"Please open the gate. It's very cold outside. I'm freezing." I could feel the coldness inside the house. He might really be freezing knowing he wears such light clothes. Well, that was his punishment then...

"Nope."

"Pleaseee." This please was cuter than before like a pizza with extra cheese and toppings. I wondered how cute he could. become.

"No."

He stayed there silently. Probably wondering what he could do to apologize. After a few moments when I was about to open the door, he spoke up. "Okay then. I'm going." And I could hear his footsteps as he started walking away.

No way! He wasn't going away this time! He wasn't allowed to! I would not let him go!

I opened the door but there was no one outside. I thought he flew away and looked towards the sky. The moon and the stars were covered by a cloud and it felt dead dark. I realized that he can't fly with his one wing. I looked around, but there was not a single soul. He was really gone without saying goodbye.

My eyes teared up again. I should have let him inside!

The chirping of birds brought me back to my senses. As I opened my eyes and saw my room. I realized I was dreaming. It was early morning before the sun rose. Black, Black, stupid Black. If I had a picture of his, I'd start my day by throwing darts at him.

Saturday was the laundry day. I was putting the clothes in the washing machine to dry when I heard the bell. I thought it was Black, just like in my dreams. Who else could be there? I ran, leaving all the clothes, towards the door and opened it without even checking on the security camera.

Standing outside was a crimson red haired lady and behind her was a boy with small dark hair and dark eyes. That lady looked a little m.a.t.u.r.e. I guess she was in her late twenties. Her hair, longer than mine, looked as if they were dipped in blood, shining as if they were painted recently. Her eyes were kinda greyish. The boy standing on the right, behind the lady, looked like a teen, eighteen I guessed. He was two or three inches shorter than that lady. He looked at me as if he would eat me. His aggressive nature was dripping out of his every expression. On the other hand, that lady had a sweet expression and a smile.

"Hi I'm Lilith and it is my friend Lorex." the lady said with a smile pointing at that boy.

"Um... Hi."

"We were having a walk around when my leg sprained. And then we saw your place. Can we rest at your place for a while please?" I looked at her leg. It seemed that she was standing only on her right leg. I would have believed her if her friend was helping her stand straight. This area near my house isn't someplace where people come for a walk. My instincts told me she was lying.

"I'm sorry. I can't allow any strangers inside my house."

"We won't take a lot of time hon. Only a few minutes."

"Well, not inside but you can rest in the backyard if you like." I decided to call the cops the second I close the door.

"Get aside Lilith." The guy standing behind her said and leapt forward.

"No means no. Why don't you guys get it?" I was about to close the door but that guy stopped me by putting his leg in between and preventing the door from closing. That guy moved so quickly.

He put his right hand over my shoulder and said, "See, I'm not as patient as she is and I'm not going to beg. I'm already tired with it. So either you let us in or die right here." He pointed his eyes downwards. I looked there and saw a knife pointed at me.

I was too frightened to move. My legs were shaking. Those two were probably thieves. I've never encountered one in my life. I knew it wasn't a good idea to act all brave and not do what they say. If I get stabbed, I'd die right here. Those two guys will have it easy because there's no one nearby my place to be able to check after me. Anyway, there wasn't much to steal in my place. They'd find a few hundred bucks at most in my place at most. The rest of my cash was in bank.

I was about to move aside so that they can come when I saw a fist hit his head. He flinched and placed his hand right over where she hit. "That's no way to talk to anyone." Her tone was a bit higher as if she was scolding him. It was funny how she acted like but I was too frightened to smile. She moved her head towards me "I'm sorry. He's too dumb. Forgive him." I couldn't reply to her. "See what you've done. Say sorry to her." He was going to get a good lecture later, I was sure.

"Sorry." He said in a forceful manner showing he wasn't sorry at all. He placed his knife inside his pocket. But after saying that, he just went inside. I couldn't have stopped him. I dared not to.

"Sorry. We're just going to check something real quick." That red-haired girl said and followed that guy. I followed her silently as she went to my parents' room, where Black had stayed. I saw he was holding the white scarf in his hand that belonged to Black.

"That's the last point I could trace One wing to," he said to the lady.

"It indeed belongs to him."

"What do you think we should do?"

"I've never seen One wing without his scarf. It's something special to him. Even if he lost it, he's going to come here to get it eventually. I think we should stay here for a while."

As she said those words, I was sure they weren't humans. Either the demons or the angels and I had no way of knowing the answer. Black told me that if something like that happens, I should just pretend that I don't know him and it'll be alright. My mind then laid its attention on the important stuff. They said that Black will come to get his scarf. Probably he didn't forget his scarf but he left it on purpose to tell me that he'd be back to get his special stuff. But I was too dumb to notice that. He could have said it himself in the first place. Such a dumbass.

I was happy, knowing he'll be back and that emptiness in my heart was finally filled with hope.