You and Michael were always closeā¦
You spent basically every day with him, taking walks around the golden streets of Heaven with him, reading with him, having coffee together, just enjoying your time togetherā¦
But you had a secret to hideā¦
You had been harboring romantic feelings for him for so, so longā¦
You never had the courage to admit it, too afraid to say anything in fear of rejectionā¦ You didnāt want him to see you any differently, afraid he would hate you if he knew that you loved himā¦
You grew up thinking love was painfulā¦ That it consisted of screaming fights and insultsā That falling in love meant crueltyā¦
And because of that, you never said anything, fear keeping you silent like a puppet on a string, and shame taking your voice from youā¦
So you pined in silence, hiding your love behind fond gazes and laughs that seemed friendlyā¦ And Michaelā¦? He still had no clue of your secret affection for him, clueless to the deeper meaning behind your bright pastel blue gaze, clueless to the several love notes you had written but never sentā¦
He still believed you only saw him as a friendā¦ But that couldnāt be further from the truthā¦
You questioned whyā Why you were so afraid to tell him, why you believed that your love would never be returnedā¦ But as the days passed, you began to realize you couldnāt hold it back anymoreā¦
But then your worst nightmare happenedā¦
You had finally gotten the courage to tell him, as it was a few days before Christmasā¦ But when you got there, you were horrifiedā¦
He was falling from flight, his beautiful white wings limp around himā¦ And when he fell, the white snow covering the golden roads of Heaven turned red as strawberries in the summertimeā¦ And with him, was a note addressed to youā A confession of his own love for youā¦ He was going to tell you he loved you too, and he never got toā¦
And after that day, Christmas was never the sameā¦ It carried an air of mourning, a sadness for the Archangel that Heaven adoredā¦ And youā¦? You were utterly brokenā¦ You never had time to tell himā¦ But you kept that note and a single one of his feathers with you, the feather strung on a necklace that you wore all the timeā¦ But you were never the same after his deathā¦ Lute, Emily, Sera, Abel, Saint Peter, the rest of Heaven, and even Charlie Morningstar and her friends down in Hell tried to be there and help you heal, but deep down, they knew you would never be the sameā¦
12:10 A.M
Your eyes snapped open as you woke up from another nightmare again, the same oneā¦ The same horrifying memory of his death that haunted you ever sinceā¦ Everyone else was asleep, dreaming of Christmas that was to comeā¦ But for you, Christmas was not a joyous occasionā¦ It was a time of mourningā¦