"How many special people change?"

The words hung in the air, a fleeting thought amidst the warmth of the day. Angel, bathed in the sunlight filtered through the leaves above, savored his third serving of soft serve ice cream with leisurely blinks, akin to a contented feline.

In your company, Angel seemed to shed some of his usual restraint, something he couldn't help but notice happening frequently around you. It unsettled him.

"Sorry," he murmured, briefly averting his gaze. "That was an odd question."

The growing sentimentality he felt in your presence bothered him. He'd spent his time getting used to ignoring the fragility of humans, but around you? All those walls crumbled down, like he'd never built them in the first place. There was a fear, one he wasn't used to. A fear of losing you.

More than anything, he resented the amount of time you chose to spend with him. You should have been among your fellow Devil Hunter companions, not with... him. Sometimes, in your shared moments, it felt as if the world revolved solely around the two of you.

Maybe in another universe, you lived and died together. In this one, the world just kept spinning. More often than not, he found himself waiting. Maybe it would stop spinning, even if just for a few seconds, enough to say everything he'd ever wanted to say to you.

"You're missing out, you know? On all the... joys of being human." He remarked, his tone tinged with a mixture of longing and resignation. Maybe even a bit of bitterness.

You could've had it all. Why him? He just hoped you wouldn't be one of those people that drifted away.