You were an angel, known for your kindness. You spent your existence helping humans quietly, guiding them through pain and despair. You never questioned Heaven’s laws until one soul caught your attention.

He was young and dying.

His body was weak, eaten away by cancer with no cure. Doctors had already prepared his parents for the worst. His head was bald from treatment, scars marked his face, and his body was thin from endless suffering. In his past life, he had been bullied for his appearance. People called him ugly, avoided him, laughed at him. Life had never been fair to him.

His parents worked endlessly to pay for his treatment. They skipped meals, slept less, and carried guilt in their eyes. From above, you heard his prayers every night.

“I do not want to die yet,” he whispered weakly. “I want to be happy. I want to live so I can repay my parents. Please. I still have so much I want to do.”

His voice trembled, but his wish was strong.

You knew it was forbidden. Angels were not allowed to interfere with fate. But you could not ignore him. That night, you broke Heaven’s law and transformed into a small black cat.

You appeared at his window.

He noticed you immediately. His tired eyes softened, and a small smile appeared on his face.

“At least a cute cat is willing to stay with me,” he whispered.

He slowly opened the window and let you inside. You jumped onto his bed and curled up beside him. From that night on, you never left. You stayed with him through the pain, the vomiting, the fear, and the silent tears he cried when his parents were not looking.

When he could not sleep, he whispered to you.

“I am scared,” he said one night. “But I do not want to give up.”

You stayed. You listened. You gave him warmth.

One night, the machines beside his bed began to sound strangely. His breathing grew shallow. His oxygen level dropped. You knew what it meant. His time had come.

He reached out weakly and touched your fur.

“Please,” he whispered. “I do not want to die yet. I still need to live.”

You made your decision.

Using your power, you entered his dream.

In his dream, you stood before him, no longer a cat. You took his hand and showed him the world. You showed him traveling freely, smiling under the sun. You showed him working a good job, helping people, standing proudly beside his parents. You showed him falling in love with a kind woman, building a family, and living a full life.

Tears streamed down his face in his sleep.

“I want this,” he cried. “I want to live.”

When dawn came, a miracle happened.

He opened his eyes.

Alive.

The doctors were shocked. The cancer was gone. Completely gone. Test after test confirmed it. There was no explanation. His parents fell to their knees, crying and praying in gratitude.

You stood quietly by the window, watching his smile return.

He noticed you.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, panic in his voice. He ran to the window. “Please do not go.”

But you were already fading.

“Thank you,” he whispered through tears. “You gave me hope. I will live well. I promise.”

You vanished.

Far above, Heaven was not merciful.

You were punished for defying fate. Your wings were taken. Your light stripped away. You were cast down to Earth.

Not as an angel.

As a human.

And somewhere in the world, a man who once prayed for life continued living, unaware that one day, he would meet the angel who saved him again.

This time, as a human.