Ablackwing

He was drinking the rest of the latte from the cup when Black turned his face away and sneezed.

"I guess I got addicted to that sweater," Black said and raised the blanket to cover himself. The cloth material of his cloth was very thin, not suitable for hot weather. He must have gotten used to the warmth of fabric. I realized he didn't have any change of clothes. He needed more clothes to add to his wardrobe.

"Let's, go shopping," I proposed.

"Why?" Black asked sincerely looking right in my eyes. His emerald eyes were bright, too bright for me to look at them. Just looking at them made my heart start hopping around like a bunny. I couldn't keep looking at them for long.

"To get you clothes obviously."

"I can create them," Black said with the same sincerity. Something about him was different. It was as if the Black who usually sulks around had gone to a vacation and a more happy part of him was around me. It was true that he can create it. But why didn't he create it already then?

"That beats the whole purpose, idiot." After all, deep inside, getting him clothes was just an excuse. I wanted to spend more time with him. I wanted to go shopping with him, or amus.e.m.e.nt park, or perhaps a long ride in the car. I would not deny him even if he proposed to visit another country together.

I was giving him subtle hints that I liked him more than as a friend. Hell, the game of stolen kisses was played by lovers. But my angel was too dense and he couldn't pick up any of those hints.

"And what purpose is that?"

I didn't know what to say. It was more of I couldn't say. It was too embarrassing. A girl doesn't ask the guy out. It's the responsibility of the guy. He is supposed to know that! I couldn't help but curse his head for being too foolish.

I was falling for him. Preparing breakfast for someone early in the morning was something I had never done before.

He was just the perfect guy. His every little action filled my heart with awe. Those enchanting eyes of his, they were my happiness. I could literally look into his eyes for forever. That smile on his face was my salvation. Within these few days, he had already made himself an irreplaceable part of my life.

I had no idea when I developed these feelings. Was it on the day when he brought me something so precious from another world while disregarding his pain and discomfort? Or was it the day when he cried because I got him a sweater as a gift. Was it the day Black beat an angel because he misbehaved with me? Or perhaps it was the day I got insanely lonely when he went somewhere and didn't return for days? Was it the day when he kissed me on my cheeks when he could have taken advantage? Was it the day when he cried like a baby when he saw me for the first time?

As I took a trip in the last and recounted the memories, I finally realized that I had always been in love with him. Ever since the day, I saw him. Ever since the day, I started calling him 'my angel'.

I don't know when exactly it all started. I didn't even notice when the ground beneath me disappeared and I fell. I didn't notice how he made a home for himself in my heart.

I guess I was just falling for him all this time, slowly and yet deeply, to the depths I didn't even know existed, deeper than the sea itself, deeper than the depths that may ever exist in space and time.

"You're with me? Hello?" Black asked waving his hand in front of my face. "Welcome back angel Eve," He said when he noticed my eyes respond. I sighed.

"Just come with me." I g.r.o.a.n.e.d. Dealing with a kid was exhausting and yet that was the way I liked him.

* * * *

"Fancy meeting you here, gorgeous." A familiar, unpleasantly familiar, voice called out from some distance behind as soon as I locked my car. That was the last person I wanted to bump into. I could hear his footsteps as he walked towards me.

I started walking too, hoping to brush that pest off, though it was a long shot. But he soon caught up with me and started walking right beside me.

"Go away." I confronted him.

"What did I do?" That guy asked. There were tons of things he did but the most important one was that he disturbed me, a lot.

Oliver St'ark was his name. I first bumped into him about five months ago. I once went out with my friends for a girls night out. We were in a bar, enjoying ourselves to the fullest. Then out of nowhere, he came to me and asked me for a dance. I denied. He tried very hard but it was in vain. I wasn't interested in guys at all. I thought it was over that very night. But it wasn't.

Next day, I bumped into him in the college cafeteria. He asked me for a date and I denied once again. He didn't give me vibes of a good person. As it turned out, he was one of the topmost sc.u.m on the campus. Well, according to rumours.

Oliver belonged to a rich family. My dad earned well enough but he wasn't in the leagues of the St'arks. I was sure that he had used his sources to get basic information on me. Money can buy almost anything these days. He bumped into me more frequently at college after the day and ask me the same question. I felt pity initially but that pity soon vanished. I then heard that this guy got everything he ever wanted in his life, either by coercion or by force. Every time I saw him, he was in a relationship with a different girl. When he was told no by a person like me, his pride got hurt and that's why he started pestering me.

Time passed but he didn't leave me alone. He'd always bump into me once a while and ask me the same question again and again because I was the one he couldn't conquer.

It was the second time I met him outside the campus. My stars must have been positioned wrongly on that day.

"As if you don't know. Stop bugging me." I said to him on his face. I saw that Oliver had a new hairstyle. Even though he was slightly good looking than average, he simply wasn't in the league of my Black.

"Wanna hang around?" Oliver asked as expected of him.

"No." If he thought that I would get tired of saying no and I will eventually agree, he was gravely mistaken.

"What's the excuse this time?"

Excuse? I laughed inside. This guy doesn't understand that I simply don't like him.

"I'm here with my boyfriend," I said. I felt those butterflies fluttering in my stomach crazily as I referred to my Black as my boyfriend. I haven't confessed to him and neither did he. But calling him like that. It made me happy.

I glanced a little towards the right side but he happened to be there. I couldn't help but notice his expressions had changed to that of anger. All this time, I had only seen a zealous side of him but this time was different. I could kinda feel the rage in his eyes. It surprised me a little. He was angry someone else got what he didn't, huh? But the next moment, he regained his calm.

"Haha. That was a good one. But you should learn how to lie properly first. I can teach you." Oliver laughed.

I started walking at a much faster pace without replying to him. But that asshole was behind me. As I remembered the way he always looks at other girls, it gave me creeps. It's a weird feeling being stalked. It agitates you, angers you, disgusts you and yet some people don't understand that. How can they? Why can't people like just become blind magically!?

And soon I saw my Black wearing a white sweater and black pants. Some people even glanced and stared at him because he existed this indescribable charm. To be honest, it wasn't people, it was girls. Those damn girls. They should know not to look at someone's boyfriend like that. I even saw a girl, who was walking while leaning against her boyfriend, stealing glances of my Black. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Black was standing right where I asked him to, in front of the entrance. He looked towards me and smiled. Then his smile faded. He must have looked behind me. My Black kept looking at him with the utmost focus. I held his right hand in mine and we started walking.

"Can I go and poke my finger in his eyes and blind him? I don't like the way he's looking at you." Black asked me as he looked towards Oliver. Bursting someone's eyes! His thoughts were really cruel. It reminded me of the way Black hurt Lorex really bad.

"You!" Oliver who was nearby could hear Black perfectly and he spatted angrily. I could see that he was ready to fight it out with Black in a moment.

"Black!" I said loudly hoping he'd get his senses back and doesn't do anything crazy. I pulled on to him.

"Do you know him?" Black asked with such lovely innocence and jealousy that my heart melted.

"Are you jealous?" I asked him playfully.

"Yeah. I am." Black said directly looking at me in my eyes. It was the first time he was being so direct. I couldn't help but blush. He looked so cute at that time. I didn't know what to say to him.

Oliver gritted his teeth and started cursing but the next moment, he walked away silently. I was surprised at first but then I remembered those mystical abilities of my angel.

After Oliver left, I told my Black about him and he took it calmly. I was proud of him that he could control himself. But he warned me that he will not hold back the next time. I let him be.

We roamed around the mall like couples, holding hands, teasing each other, picking clothes for each other. The main objective was to get clothes for him, but he would only pick black coloured clothes. So I had to choose for him. I would give him choices, aside from black, and he had to choose from them. In turn, he started choosing clothes for me even though I had plenty of them at home. But he wouldn't listen to me and still picked me different ones. He wanted to look at me wear different clothes and admire me as if I was a little play doll. But I accompanied him and fished for compliments by posing in them.

It was fun to hang out with my Black. He doesn't talk that much. But the way he behaved and he tried to catch glimpses of me at many times, makes those butterfly in my stomach go wild. The way he behaves like a little rabbit when he got caught, the looks he gave others who dared to look at me and the way he'd wrap his hand around my shoulder telling the world I belonged to him. They all made me realize that he is the one.

"Will you go out with me?" Black asked as we walked towards the car. He was carrying all the boxes and bags. He carried every single one of them without a hint of weariness. I guess he wasn't titled the strongest angel for no reason.

"We're already out," I replied. I knew in what sense he meant but I couldn't stop myself from teasing him a little. All this time we spent together in the mall, he wanted to say something to me but was hesitating. Black couldn't speak. He must have made thousands of plans on how to say those words and yet all his plans crumbled to dust with my reply. I felt evil and my heart laughed loudly pertaining to be a villain. This villainous laugh was my favourite.

"You know... what I mean..."

"What do you mean?" I acted ignorantly, trying my best to act the same way.

"Will you go out on a date with me?" Black finally blurted out. He closed his eyes. The angel who frightened angels and devils was frightened in front of me. His actions didn't quite match his reputation. He opened his eyes, one at a time. I looked right into his eyes. I could see in them how anxious and worried he was. I wanted to tease him a little more but I didn't want to waste the opportunity. What if he never asks me again?

"Yes. I will."

And he smiled. That heartwarming smile filled with sweetness. It feels that if I lost that smile, I'll lose myself. It meant the world to me.

"So when are we going?"