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Broken Wings | richie tozier

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You leaned your head to the side, letting it lull on your shoulder. Your glassy eyes reflected the images playing on the television. You didn't know what was on, you didn't really care either. You would've been crying if you had the mental capacity to, but right now you were just so exhausted. And you only wanted to sink further into the couch when there was a knock at your door.

"Who is it?" Your hoarse voice called. You could hear a quiet shuffling.

"Um... Richie." A familiar voice called out. You pulled your blanket closer to your body.

"It's open." You called back, barely moving your position. You could hear the door creak as he walked through.

"You really shouldn't leave that unlocked." He said quietly. You shrugged, still unmoving. Richie walked to the couch, sitting down next to you. The air was awkward and tense.

"Listen, (Y/n)... I know why angels start to lose their wings. I know the thoughts running through your head. I know you feel unneeded and a waste of space. I'm sorry I ran out. I just needed time to think. And I realized that such an amazing person like you should never feel that way. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be an angel. You are an angel. And I think I'd like to help you remember that." He said, taking your hand in his. Tears slowly began to trickle down your face.

"Thank you, Richie." You whispered, squeezing his hand in response.

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Months had passed and you found yourself happier than you had ever been. You never thought you could return to the state you were in when you were an angel, but here you were, even more joyful than before. And of course, you had to give credit where credit was due. It was all thanks to Richie.

There wasn't a day that went by where he wasn't building up your self-confidence in one way or another. Whether it was a sly comment or a long, drawn-out conversation, he always made you feel better. Richie was one of the best mortals you knew and had ever known. He was sweet and caring and funny and sometimes a pain, but always a delight. Even if you wouldn't admit it, you loved him.

Today marked exactly one year away from heaven, and Richie knew that you were ready. He was scared and hurt for he didn't want you to leave, but he knew that it was what had to be done. He refused to be selfish. He refused to ask you to stay. He would simply smile as you made your journey home, and silently congratulate you, being completely content knowing you would never hear.

You stood serenely as the cold October winds brushed past your face. You closed your eyes and concentrated on your back, willing your wings to become visible once again. But, unlike months ago, when they were battered, bruised, and broken, they came back, full, white, and beautiful. The meadow you stood in held a sort of symbolic meaning. All the flowers were dying due to the cold winter months. It was almost as if the beauty from their petal seeped into the feathers of your wings.

"You look stunning," Richie whispered. You turned around, seeing his sad smile. You felt guilty, for the smile you gave him in return was nothing short of genuine.

"It's all thanks to you." You replied, grabbing his hands. He pulled you in for a hug, unlike any you'd had before. He squeezed you tightly as if he never wanted to let go. And, truth be told, he didn't. Tears began to fall from his eyes as you pulled away. You laid a gentle hand on his cheek, causing him to smile slightly.

"I'll be okay. Just gonna miss my best friend is all." He said.

"Me too." You replied quietly.

"Promise me you'll visit. Even if I'm old and graying and you're still beautiful, promise me you won't forget." He said. Now, tears began to prick the corners of your own eyes.