Finding Heaven

She turned to see his dark featured face—olive skin and hair blacker than the night, his eyes fierce with ill-bottled rage, instilling fear in many at just a glance.  But never did she fear him. She saw behind his mask of hate and rage, and deeper into the eyes than any had dared to venture. She saw all the way to the broken heart of a young boy, beating within his deceiving body. 1

He moved as though to kill, with anger in every step—as if he wanted to tear down anything in his path. But there was a weakness—a slight shift in the movement, giving a split second’s glance to the stride of the hopeless. No one saw it but her, for she  her time hidden, simply watching the footsteps from beneath her cover of willow tree leaves.   When he passed, her heart would flutter—pain and warmth melded.  2

He never saw her for very few did. She was only seen when she wished it so and at all other times she was, for all purposes, invisible—so empty that not even a the most aware person’s sense could feel her presence. She did not fear, she just was not one of them. She believed herself a fallen angel sent to serve a purpose before her broken wings could be mended—perhaps, she thought, her purpose would lie within him.3

She waited in the park breathing in the crisp October air, waiting for him to pass.  A breeze of golden leaves drifted in a small whirlwind, like the child of a tornado.  And she heard the sharp crackle of footsteps on the dry, dead leaves behind her before turning to see his handsome face.  She sat on a bench on the side of the path, and with all the courage she could muster she whispered a hello. 4

He turned to see her fragile figure, pale as a ghost with a timid, yet warm smile and to him, she was lovely.  He didn’t know what it was about her, but he trusted her the second she spoke.  Her voice was soothing and delicate, but he could not look into her eyes—he didn’t want her to see within him. Yet, his curiosity got the better of him for he could not help but wonder: ‘who was she?’”5

For hours a day they spoke and he felt as if they’d known each other their whole lives. With each second, she brought back a lovely memory.  With each day, a part of his heart would fall into place. But on some grim days, the darkness would consume him and he took out his anger on her—through words only, but words that could kill.6

On days such as those she felt her heart consumed with pain.  She absorbed his pain, using all her strength to stay alive.  He tore into her with his blade-like words.  But those days were nothing compared to the happiness he gave her. Though the days of happiness seemed to grow few as winter set in.  Freezing in the snow, he offered no warmth--only days of pain, anger, and despair. 7

Blue angel tears fell every night, but she wiped them away before he saw her.  She painted on her smile and went to see him as usual.  When he approached, he looked at her and she looked up, for she always knew when he was approaching.  She smiled for him as she always had, but on this day he finally looked at her.  She was so fragile, so beautiful.  He had broken her.8

She looked up to welcome him and time stood still.  She looked into her eyes and he saw the tears hidden within them—the hollowness from crying.  He hurt her—the only person who had ever tried to help him—the girl who was healing his wounds.  In that moment he realized she wasn’t a conscience.  She was real, she could feel and she was an angel with broken wings. 9

He realized how she had guided him through the dark and how his heart was whole for the first time in years.  His only fault was his anger but she could not completely control that but with one look into her eyes, all of his anger drifted away.  He listened to the sound of her voice—the voice of an angel.  He knew then that she’s all he needed.  He realized then that he loved her.10

He decided at that moment that he’d heal all her wounds. Once he realized that she saved him, he decided to save her as well. He would not let her break, for he’d be her strength now. The devil had tried to steal her away from him.  He tried to lure her to the a hell in which she would be condemned in without him,  but he shielded her and she supported him.  The devil nearly broke them apart. He almost stole her away, and when that failed, he almost drove him away from her.  But when the boy looked into her eyes and saw the angelic hope that they could stay together, he forced the devil away.11

Demons tried to break them down, but through history, angels have always prevailed.  Death tried his hardest to tempt them with suffering and isolation from each other but their strength was never-failing.  They lived through the summer so long apart and the world lapsed back to the autumn in which they met, and with an embrace, they vowed to be together forever and always.  12

Her wings were mended, and his were made.  Freedom finally burst forth from their endured pain and sorrow.  They drew in the breath of the crisp autumn air and spread their wings to fly. Through the misty clouds they flew— winds of relief filled their lungs and they were forever in ecstasy.  Their hearts reverted turned to those of children, followed by an eternity bonded by love.  Together they found heaven.13