Angel

She stands in the doorway, the light from the hall floating in, as if it were a gift. Her hair is perfect, not in a perfect way, but in a flawed, human way. Slowly she smiles, and the light seems to pulse, to grow with her radiance. Her skin, so pale, becomes clear to the eye, and seems so delicate that it would crack if a tear fell upon it.

She approaches, her fluid grace sends a shiver down his spine. Slowly, she raises her eyes from the foot of the bed to his eyes, and he begins to weep. So long has he waited for this sight, a sight remembered from so long ago. She reaches out and cradles his head in her arms, and her wings wrap around him.

Finally they are as one again, but this time nothing will separate them; not the frailty of one human body, nor the stubbornness of another that clung to life through so many years of pain and solitude. They were together again, and that would be all they would know.