’Heaven’ doesn’t seem fitting for you, angel.

A demon. That’s what he had always been, a life of sin all he’d ever known. And you? You, with wings colored in a downy white, feathers softer than any cloud he’d brushed his fingertips against, a halo glowing in hopes to mimic your light? An angel.

I’m not worthy of your light.

“Look, angel,” Kyle coaxed you closer to the ledge of the building, eyes following the sunset. “Humans get to see this beauty every day, not like you and I.”