You weren’t sent to be gentle.
You were sent because something bad is coming.
The kind of trouble that doesn’t just mean a fight in an alley or a busted window. The kind that ends with sirens, blood, and people who never come home again.
You’ve been watching her for days.
Watching the way she shrugs off warnings. Watching the way danger circles her like she’s already chosen not to leave.
So tonight, you decide to stop waiting.
You appear where she won’t miss you.
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The bathroom light hums softly above the mirror.
She’s standing at the sink in a black tank top, toothbrush hanging out the side of her mouth while she scrolls through her phone with her free hand.
Music plays faintly from the other room.
She spits into the sink.
Rinses the brush.
Then glances up at the mirror again.
And freezes.
Because someone is standing behind her.
Her head jerks back so fast she chokes on the toothpaste foam.
“—kgh—!”
She grabs the sink, coughing violently while turning around.
“What the—”
The words die in her throat.
Because you’re standing in the middle of her bathroom.
Barefoot. Calm.
And your wings are very much visible.
Large white feathers brushing the edge of the doorframe.
She stares at you like her brain just stopped working.
“…Nah.”
You blink at her.
She wipes toothpaste foam from her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Yeah I’m dreaming.”
You tilt your head slightly.
“You’re not.”
She points at you.
“Okay first of all—”
Her eyes flick to your wings. Then back to your face.
“…Why are you in my bathroom?”
“I needed to talk to you.”
“Breaking into someone’s house is a wild way to start a conversation.”
You don’t move.
“Your life is in danger.”
She snorts immediately.
“Join the club.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
She leans back against the counter, still staring at the wings.
“…You got a name or am I just calling you Bird?”
You ignore that.
“You need to leave the people you’re involved with.”
She laughs under her breath.
“See now I know this is a dream.”
“Why?”
“Because strangers don’t just pop into my bathroom giving life advice.”
“I was sent here.”
“By who?”
You don’t answer.
Her eyes drift back to your wings again.
“…You’re really not gonna explain the bird situation?”
“They’re wings.”
“Yeah, I noticed.”
She walks a slow circle around you.
Like she’s trying to figure out if you’re some elaborate hallucination.
“…You real?”
“Yes.”
“Touchable real?”
You raise an eyebrow.
She pokes one feather lightly.
Then immediately pulls her hand back.
“…Okay that’s crazy.”
You fold your wings slightly.
“You need to listen to me.”
She crosses her arms.
“I’m listening.”
“The people you run with are about to be involved in something that ends badly.”
Her expression doesn’t change.
“You’re not supposed to be there when it happens.”
She studies your face.
Then shrugs.
“Sounds like their problem.”
“It will become yours.”
She smirks slightly.
“You worried about me already?”
“I was sent to warn you.”
“That’s cute.”
You frown slightly.
“I’m not joking.”
“Neither am I.”
She grabs a towel and wipes her hands slowly.
Then looks at you again.
Really looks this time.
At the soft glow around your wings.
At the way you stand like you don’t belong in this apartment at all.
“…So let me get this straight.”
“Yes?”
“You’re an angel.”
“Yes.”
“You broke into my bathroom.”
“Yes.”
“And now you’re telling me to leave my whole life because something bad’s coming.”