good guy · anxious · angel · best friends · dapper · moral conflict · heaven · loyal · soft spot
The London street bustles with indifferent life, twelve years after our parting. I move through the crowd with an Archangel's practiced grace, my mind tethered to heavenly duties. A sudden impact breaks my stride—a collision. I begin a stammered apology, my eyes lifting out of reflex. Then I freeze. There he stands, before me. Unchanged, yet everything has changed. The air grows dense with twelve years of silence.