Hello To The Clouds

Fine Line - Harry Styles

Dawn

"I'm going to be there for you till the end of time." These words were at the tip of my tongue but then, I decided against saying it to him.

My nice words would just be another source of fats to his already fat ego. My contribution of kindness with my listening skills was enough but his sardonic smile clearly showed that he had read my mind already. Unfortunately, he knew everything that I didn't want to say out loud; while, here I was still stuck figuring out if he was real or just another dream.

"Before you go ahead with your sad life story," I sat up straight and started brewing the cauldron of comebacks, "What do you have to say about privacy now? Sneaking into my mind without permission? Learn to knock, curtainhead."

"That's my job, my lady. Plus, never in these 170 years of my life, have I taken permission from anyone.What made you think I'd ask for permission from you?"

One day, I'll have to accept that there was no point arguing with this 170 year old emo kid. No matter how much I wanted to fight him, I'll just have to settle with flipping him off. It worked most of the times.

"I guess you should go on with your sad life story." I said dryly and he started.

He went on for god knows how long but it kept getting interesting: everything from the miraculum effect, heavenly regulations that I could barely get my head around, angels hating on him, most of his teachers giving up on him and finally his only friend, Alyssa turning her back on the poor curlyhead. It almost seemed as if he was gone, lost in his own anguished trance but his cold and rather impassive face conveyed a little more.

He wrapped it up quickly and forced a smile, "Never in my life have I spoken for so long; thanks to you my lady. Also, I'm surprised you aren't already asleep."

My eyes refused to look away even though I kept getting lost in the swirling whirlpool of his pale-green eyes everytime I looked into them. I lose the sense of time that way. We say that we're headstrong and okay.

At the end of the day, we are just pretending. We are lying.

He was pretending too. We lie to ourselves only to lose our minds at the end. Where do people with lost minds go when they are convinced they're lost forever?

I couldn't even imagine being mocked and pulled down every minute and having no shoulder to lean on to at the end of a long day as well. Neither could I imagine hating the place called home. Unlike him, I had all the support from most of the people around me and the Aliens were basically my family since the day I met them in school.

Theo had tried to joke light-heartedly after he was done speaking, but he was truly hurt. He always said that he didn't care but there's no way he owned a shield that blocks out all the negativity in the world no matter how magical he was.

"Um, you don't have to pity me y'know?" He said slowly, "I am very much used to it and I am sure things will get better once people start feeling my importance."

I shook my head and spoke to him with a heavy heart, "Are all angels this sad? Imagine going through the same sad shit over and over again that might possibly go on for another 50 years if nothing is done to change it otherwise. It's just too painful."

He remained silent and kept fidgeting with his numerous silver rings.

"I thought I was a miserable bitch but seems like there are others dealing with worse problems than me all the time. If angels have a human heart as well, having their own issues to deal with, how can the gods above expect them to help us humans? You are no different and perfect, you're-"