Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

Death's pov hehehehehehehhehe

2152 words

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"Jesus told me I'm an angel."

"Did he now?"

She nods, "why didn't you tell me?"

"Why would I?"

"So I can know?"

"You don't need to know."

"Why not?"

"You aren't an angel."

"Then why would he say that?"

"Because he's right."

She walks to the bedroom, I follow her and lean on the door frame. "What are you doing?"

She hops onto the bed, "Going to sleep because I am too tired to deal with your confusing self."

"It is only the evening."

She throws her shoes on the floor and stretches herself across the bed with her face in the pillows and stuffed toys she insists helps the bed live longer. Her hand is still paved with gold.

I walk over to sit on the floor in front of her. "Nice ass."

She puts a pillow over her head. "Leave me alone."

"No."

"Why not? I wanna be alone."

You're sad when you aren't alone my angel. You shouldn't be sad, ever. Her heart shouldn't be put through that stress. She is too caring. "Too bad. Now tell me what is bothering you before the world blows up."

She peeks at me from under the pillow."The world wouldn't blow up."

"I'll blow up the world if you don't tell me."

She rolls over with a giggle. "I ain't tellin you nothin."

I get up and walk to the foot of the bed, the left side of her since she is sideways on the bed. "Are you sure?"

She nods. I kneel onto the bed before crawling over her so she has nowhere to go. Her eyes are full of wonder and her hands are folded together against her chest.

I kiss her precious face between each word. "You. Have. To. Tell. Me."

She becomes giddy, "Nuh uh. I'm not telling anything."

"I'll kiss you if you don't tell me."

She gasps, "you can't do that."

"You can't keep secrets."

She turns away from me. "Well apparently you can mister. Not telling me nothin."

My heart dies back down. "I do tell you things."

"Not enough. I need to know everything."

"Even the size of my d-" she hits me with the pillow.

"I'm being serious. Tell me all the important things." She has the most angered expression her kitten-like face can make.

"I will when time comes."

"Stop acting like the old side people in stories that have 500 riddles but never tell the answers."

I lay next to her and keep my hand pressed on her back so she can't turn her beauty from my vision. "I don't talk in riddles."

"You don't tell the answers either."

I don't. I should but can I? "What do you want to know?"

"Am I an angel or not?"

"Your spirit is."

"What?"

Humans are dumb. My angel is clueless. "Forever ago you were an angel in heaven then the horrible spirit sent you down here to live many lives as a person. You will live many more lives as one."

She ponders, "why though?"

"To be with me."

She questions my answer as if it isn't true. I would not lie to her. I can not lie to her for I love her too much.

"Well that's boring."

"Are you saying being with me is boring?"

"Yes. I wanna be sent to earth for some cool reason like war or fixing something."

"You want to be in war?"

"If it's easy or if I got some magical powers."

"No, love, war isn't easy and you don't have any magical powers. You turning gold is the closest thing you will get to magical powers."

"Why was I turning gold? That has never happened before."

"You were never touched by a demon either."

"Why didn't you tell me that was going to happen?"

"I didn't know a spirit could die. They are supposed to be immortal."

She looks at her arm, now only her finger tips are golden. If I lost her now I would have never seen her again. The single thought of never seeing her again hurts more than the voices do. The thought hurts more than the curse does. I can't lose her.

"Why was the scar glowing? It always does too much."

I wonder for some time of how to explain it. How does one explain something one does not understand?

"Has something to do with heaven and your guardian angel. I don't know what connection it has."

She looks down at the 4 inches of bed between us. "I want to know so much more but I don't know what to ask."

"You will figure out what to ask." By then I should have answers. Should be able to talk about things. Be better for her, not me, only her. I would destroy the universe for you.

"I'm sad."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

I can't let her be sad. I put my hand on the floor and drum a pattern with my fingers before wrapping said arm back around the love of my life. Soon enough Pierce gets on the bed and steals her attention from whatever is bothering her.

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I kiss her nose, she kisses mine.

I kiss her forehead, she kisses mine. Progress.

I kiss her left temple, she becomes shy. We will get there.

She chuckles, "let me sleep you goofy man," and turns onto her side.

Her sunrise to sunset hair covers her fair skin. "No." I kiss the bottom of her ear and down her jaw to her neck.

"Let me sleeeeeeeeeeeeep."

"Make me."

She turns onto her back, I keep planting kisses. Her skin on my lips does something to me I cannot explain. She tries to push me away so I grab her hands and kiss them.

"Let me sleep."

I press myself against her, her beautiful face becomes red, she turns away.

"I'm not stopping you."

She puts Pikachu over her face and groans. Soon enough she will be groaning from something other than sleep deprivation.

"I'm so sad."

"Why?" My job is to keep her happy, I'm failing. Like every other thing.

"You haven't married me yet. Last week you said we would be married in 5 minutes. It's actually been 10,000 I think. I forgot."

I lay next to her. "It has only been a week, dear. Some people take 10 years to get married. Don't worry."

"A week is a long time. And I don't care about other people and their commitment issues, that's not any of my problem." She puts her finger on my chest, "you will marry me tomorrow."

Her attempt to be domineering is the cutest thing. I put my hand on the back of her neck and kiss her forehead, keep her close for my own selfish needs.

"Why tomorrow?"

"Because I gotta tell everyone and get ready. Wouldn't the rest of tonight be enough time?"

I run my hand over the soft skin of her back, she smiles. Her smile is worth more than gold. "You can't text people about having a wedding. We have to plan it, that takes a while. There has to be assigned roles for everyone that goes, there has to be a priest and food, the cake. It takes a long time to plan a wedding."

"Really?"

"Yes. You also deserve the best wedding possible so it would take longer. We also have to get engaged first."

"Oh yea. Ok, ask me to marry you tomorrow and then we can get married on Monday cuz Mondays suck so it will be better with a wedding."

"That's the plan?" She nods. "What about dates? I thought you wanted to go on dates."

"We can do that after. Dates can happen in any part and according to you we're already married so this should be easy."

"You're so clueless. There is nothing easy about marriage."

"Then why do people get married?"

"It is a commitment and promise to be together forever. It says there is trust both ways, protection for each other. Marriage is a beautiful thing people take for granted."

"That's sweet. How many times have you been married?"

"6."

"But you were with 9 other people besides me. What happened to the 3?"

"I'll tell you another time." I will tell you everything I can when I can. When my thoughts don't hate me, when talking is easy.

"Okay. I've never been married before." Her smile widens. I can see her pretty teeth.

"I can tell."

"That's craaazzzzyyyyy, no way you can tell."

I kiss her nose once more. I will keep doing it, I will forever, I will never stop loving her.

She is my foundation, the reason I know joy, love, happiness, excitement, peace. She is the reason I can stand still, the reason I can focus. She is my everything.

I will give her the best wedding she can ever think of, the best engagement she never thought of, the life she could only dream of. My angel will get everything and more than what she deserves. I will tell her all I can, I will take her everywhere she wants to be, do everything she wants to do.

I'll give her the life I never had. The joy she never had.

"You're a weirdo."

My butterfly comes into view as she leans over me. Her hair a mess, no makeup, the light freckles across her skin, sea nymph eyes. So beautiful. "How?"

"You keep staring off into space. Are the aliens trying to steal you or something? Or did you never notice there was a ceiling there before. Can you see through the ceiling and you're watching the people? That would be illegal."

I wrap my arms around her so she can never leave me again. "I was thinking about you."

"Me?" She's flustered.

I nod, "how much I love you."

"Awe, I love you too."

"Not as much as I love you."

"Don't you dare start. You're just trying to keep me up all night. I need my sleep, mister."

"I have no clue what you are talking about, I'm an innocent man."

"You know exactly what I am talking about."

She moves to get off of me, I keep my arms around her. Her warmth helps me, I don't have any. She uses her arms to hold her up, she watches me beclouded. I merely whisper.

"stay..."

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My love is cold too, so I wrap the blanket around her. The weather is getting warmer, why is she cold? The silky golden sunlight is strong today, it is keeping everything warm but her.

"I'm dying."

"No you aren't."

She rolls onto her stomach, "how would you know that?" her voice muffled by the pillow.

"I would feel it."

She puts her arms next to her and she pushes herself up, facing me befuddled, "you can?" Her voice is high and raspy. Her arms shake till she falls back onto the bed.

I flatten myself on the bed to her level, "isn't that what I said?"

"No. You were talking about flying monkeys of the future in parallel universes."

"That was your dream."

"Oh yeah." She turns to her side so she faces me. "ow stupid back. I'm an old grandma." She stuffs Pikachu under herself and lays on him.

"At the age of 23?"

"No, I'm 89."

"How?"

"Whatever it was that made me hurt like this. Like damn, I don't even do shit."

"That doesn't determine your pain. It could be genetic, or for instance, chronic pain from a car crash or 2."

"Nah. I'm just old."

"Lay flat on your stomach."

"But that's bad for my back. I'm trying to fix it, not make it worse."

I turn around and grab the considerable pillow, which also helps the bed live longer. Put the pillow next to her. "Lay on this."

"That hurts my midsection."

"What doesn't hurt you?"

She doesn't talk for quite some time, watches the blue sky in the window instead.

"I don't know but wanna know something?" She doesn't let me respond, "I saw no angels in heaven and there was this big humongous enormous white misty thing and it said my top secret identities name. Can Jesus shape shift?"

"No."

"Then what was it?"

The only being in this whole universe I cannot stand. The biggest hypocrite to ever exist, the most murderous being known to existence. "God."

"Oh. He's huge," she puts her right arm in the air, "bigger than Santa."

I run my hand through her pretty, color faded hair, "I know, love."

"Oh yeah. Why'd he leave? That's rude of him."

"It could have been busy."

"It?"

"A spirit doesn't have a gender."

"Oh. Why didn't I see any angels or anyone else?"

"You aren't spiritually open."

She soughs, "why does everything have to be about that?"

"Welcome to the universe. I hope you enjoy your stay."