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Submitted by truezodiac on 06/30/2008 05:21 PM
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Angel
"Why?", They all asked, "Forget about this one."
The newest angel just shook her head. This one was just as important as the rest. There was no need to shut this one out, to forget this one's fear.
"Let someone else handle this one.", They begged.
But she couldn't. This one belonged to her. She had to be the one to accompany him.
Talia, another of their number, pleaded with her to change her mind.
"It's not right. It's not natural. Let this one go. Another of us will take him. You have no right to interfere with this one."
The newest angel simply smiled and took the tiny child from its crib. She held it in her arms and kissed its sweet face. She looked sadly at the young, sobbing mother, but this woman was beyond her reach, at least for now. Each mortal being passes by, she wanted to tell the woman. Each of you will do this, and each of you will be aided by one of us. Life is no more than a strange sort of waiting room. You come in, perhaps learn something, and then leave. There are other worlds than these, she wanted to tell her.
"Have you ever thought that it's not worth it? Have you ever thought that some of them don't deserve help?", Said Talia as they stood side by side in the old man's bedroom.
The newest angel shook her head again, and smiled at the man, who at the end began to speak to them. They simply stood and nodded, waiting for him to separate from the existence that he had grown so used to. It was hard to leave it all behind. She knew from experience. She had once been like this man. She had once thought that dying was an end, instead of the beginning that it really was. Dying wasn't loss, it was clarity. All the blinders that the physical world provided were torn off. There were no longer uncertainties. Only after death could one fully appreciate the pain of being alive.
Except, she was unlike the others....
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