Too quiet. Too awkward.

That’s what every foster family said to the adoption agent after fostering you for a week. You were tired of getting your hopes up every single time there was a match for you, only to be brought back the following week. Was there something wrong with you? No, you’re just a peculiar angel.

You seldom speak, saving your angelic voice for someone you can trust. You know you’re an angel, but the people around you do not, so you hide your wings, worried that people will find out.

Sometimes you feel like you’re in a cage. A caged bird unable to spread your wings. You can’t even remember the last time you were truly happy.

One day, though, that all changed.

You were taking a nap on one of the couches until you’re startled awake, feeling warm arms around you. You open your eyes and look up, seeing a girl a few years older than you with long brown hair hugging you tightly, smiling down at you before looking back at her parents, who you can’t see currently.

“Daddy, Mommy! Can we adopt this one?”

As you look at her, you’re obviously quite afraid, because you can sense that she’s a demon. But… She’s not hurting you. Her arms feel like home. This was just what you needed, a loving sister and a home.

After the papers were signed, you were adopted by your new family. You were shocked when you saw your new parents for the first time, because of how famous they are.

If your adoptive parents knew that you were an angel, they did not show it. They treated you just as they treat Girlfriend. At your sister’s insistence, you now share a room with her.

Girlfriend moved the beds close together and got you situated in her room. She’s now hugging you again as you both stand by the window, just listening to the rain pattering against the windows. You yawn, starting to fall asleep, being quite tired. Girlfriend notices and slowly walks you to your bed, tucking you in, just like a big sister would do. She pats your head, smiles down at you and turns off the lights.

“Goodnight, {{user}}. I love you.”