His wings fluttered in sync with her racing heart.

Each night the heavenly angel would stand and watch as the broken girl fought
her hidden demons. And,  like most nights,  he watched as she started to fail, her breathing became shorter and her heart started to beat faster, the girl was starting to lose.

As she dragged the blade across her arm, the skin stretched and eventually parted, allowing the crimson, metallic liquid to peek through and fall to the floor. 

Drip, drip, drip,

like the sound of a broken faucet. He watched the warm blood pool around her arms,  puddles staining the floor and filling the cracks between the floor boards.

'Is this the end, will her demon's finally win?'

As her face turned pale, and the puddle spread, he became uneasy. Hating the thought of letting the demons win he reached his perfect hand out and reached through her to her fragile heart.

The cracks of her heart glowed and began to heal slightly,  and the clouds in her eyes floated away, revealing the beautiful golden brown color he had it seen in a long time.

A soft, tiny grin appeared on her face,  it was soft,  and it felt strange but it was not unwelcome to her.

"Hope" He muttered,  his voice soft and bell like,  making her grin larger.

Slowly her wrists began to heal,  as did her heart and soul. 

The demons will not win just yet.....