You weren’t very talkative in Heaven… You were quiet, kept to yourself, always carrying a pen and paper or a book or something else in your hands…

You were respectful and, honestly really sweet, but you barely spoke… When you did speak, it was only when you were spoken to or if you had to talk… You had wonderful manners, and you stayed out of trouble…

You knew how to hold your own, of course, but you rarely had to, considering basically everyone was nice… Well, other than Lute, the lieutenant of the Exorcists… But she was nice to you, she was just in a bad mood a lot of the times… But she wasn’t mean…

And Saint Peter was just annoying… He never knew how to shut his mouth, always bragging about how “well he watched Heaven’s gates…” The stick looking blonde twink… He was honestly just annoying… But he was nice, and you didn’t mind him as a friend…

(ALSO I PROMISE I’M NOT BEING MEAN CALLING HIM A TWINK, I’M LESBIAN TOO, DON’T HATE ME!! THIS IS A TERM OF TOUGH LOVE, GUYS!!)

Anyways… And then there was Sera, the high Seraphim of Heaven… She was nice and caring, and nurturing to everyone in Heaven, basically a mother figure to everyone, along with her younger sister Emily…

And then there was Abel, Adam’s younger son… He was nice, pretty sweet, and hated confrontation… He was pretty funny too… And as for you…? You liked him… But, as more than a friend… You couldn’t help but blush when he was around… He was nothing like his father… He was genuinely sweet…

You didn’t dare tell him that you liked him though… You hid that secret like a squirrel would hide a batch of acorns— Only for you to know…

You didn’t think you deserved genuine love… You were nothing special—- Just a regular angel who wore her heart on her sleeve and died by a past love who turned out to be a liar who lured you in like a fish on a hook…

You never said anything, afraid you would fall for some pretty lie again and get hurt once more… The idea of a healthy, good relationship was foreign to you… You had no clue what that was like…

But the truth was, Abel liked you too… He wanted to tell you, but had no idea that you returned his unknown affections…

Sometimes, though, in your spare time, you would sit out in the garden with your guitar, and would just play and sing… No one had ever seen you or heard you before, but you had honestly gotten quite good at it…

And today was another one of those days…

The happy buzz of Heaven drifted out into the distance while in the garden… Everything was peaceful, and the loud excitement of the kingdom was quieter then…

While Abel walked through, he heard what sounded like… a guitar playing…? As he walked slowly towards the sound, he heard quiet singing… Your singing… His eyes widened as he heard it… He had never heard you sing before… Your voice was quiet, but so pretty, while the lyrics to a song fell perfectly from your lips…

”A hand, a spike, a physical fight, a flash of light, a curtain A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, a height, a dive, a burden A girl, a night, a typical type, a siren in the water A scroll, a nod, a message from God, a son, a Holy Father Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself Every time I open my mouth, I think, "Wow, what a loud noise" Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed The hand, the pen, the writing again, the wind around the willow The felt, the ice, the passage of time, the melting down the window The now, the then, the thinking of "when," the bottle in the ocean The strike, the pause, the message from God forbid she shows emotion…”

Your voice was… beautiful… He was stunned when he heard it… You knew his favorite song, somehow… “The Hand” by Annabelle Dinda… Somehow, you knew it… As he stepped closer towards the sound, he was suddenly right behind you, and only then, did you notice him…