Other Fan Fiction ❯ Because A Lost Soul Can't Find It's Way Back Home ❯ In The End ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

The rain came down in sheets. No one could hardly see through the liquid curtain. The grass shown in beads of the water as they decorated the dark yard. Outside of a lit window was a form of a girl, her face pressed against the glass. Looking through the glass in to a room with drawings hung and pinned to the white covered wall. The girl's face was wet, unable to tell between a drop of rain and a tear, her eyes were red. A hand reached up and touched the glass, sounds going unheard as the radio from inside was loudly playing.
"How I wish... to be a fly on your wall...to watch you do the simplest of things.."
The girl whispered into the chilly night air. The pair of blue eyes looking through to the other form that decorated the bed. What a form that was. Short, dark hair that danced along the purple cloth covered shoulder and an even brighter pair of blue that could stop time. Diane's body shook as a man entered into the room. Taking a seat beside the angel inside.
"How I wish... your arms were designed for me..."
Diane continued to whisper. Her breath falling short. Her hands had slipped from the glass to press to her aching chest.
"But knowing that I wouldn't be able to put that smile on your face makes my wish meaningless..."
The rain stopped, yet her face remained wet. The dark brown hair pressed down onto her head as the eyes continued to peer into the scene she wanted to be part of. The man leaned into the other as to place a kiss to innocent girl's cheek. Diane's knees grew weak as she fell to the side of the house. Hands over her face with a body shaking like an earthquake shook the town. 'Why couldn't I be the one for you? Why couldn't I be the other part of you?' Bare feet chilled as the wind rubbed up against the soaked girl. The brink house was the only thing keeping the girl up from the wet ground.
The music stopped from inside. The crying breaths didn't do the same for Diane. Then came a slamming of the front door from around the house. On the porch was a short girl, the angel, as the light blue eyes glanced around in the darkness. The clouds didn't permit the light from the full moon to light the earth. As Emilia wondered onto the cold grass, shivering, arms wrapped around herself as she was determined to find out the origin of the sounds. Diane's eyes snapped up as the crunch of grass was coming closer and closer.
"How I wish... I could be the ground you walk upon... to be only that would be a life worth living."
Quickly, the wet jeans lifted from the ground and feet splashed in the puddles that laid everywhere in the backyard of the small house. Just as Emilia had turned the corner to the backyard the moon finally prevailed and managed to shine onto the back of the fleeing form. As Emilia stood with a hand over her mouth to stop from screaming the man from before walked up behind her and blinked. Placing a hand onto the shoulder that was covered by the purple shirt.
"What is it, Emilia?"
The man questioned as Emilia looked down with her hand still over her mouth.
"It was just... a fallen angel..."