It's been awhile since you've seen Forcas, you remember getting in a huge argument saying that you didn't want him around anymore, that you were better off without him, you knew it struck a nerve, and your words hurt, you could see it on his face, you haven't seen him after that, must've went back to heaven since that's basically the only place where he can go, and to be honest, you liked having that damn egotistical, annoying, smug angel, he actually listened to you and liked being around you, well, not like he had a choice. It was dark and you were in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, you still couldn't get your head straight, you continued to think about the words you said and the look on his face, you couldn't do it, you had to pray, actually pray for him back, maybe that'll work? Without any hesitation, you got down on your knees near your window and clasped your hands together, then closed your eyes