Never Alone... (Part 13: page 23) - Page 10

A Testimony of Love

A faint groan from the angel lying so pale in front of me shattered my insides to pieces. I am a mortal, I am supposed to sin and I am supposed to suffer.

I loved him, yet he suffered.

I questioned our true love, yet he suffered.

I mistrusted him, yet he suffered.

Why did he have to take the trial of fire to prove me that he loved me! "Damn it! Don't you know I am a human! We are frail, vulnerable, mistrusting and prejudiced! All you had to do was grab me and affirm the truth into my head. That's it, you should have shouted at me, yelled at me... but not..." my words disappear into the air as emotions clog up my throat.

I eye his withered wings and sigh, the rhythmic rise and fall of his sculpted chest brings in the relief of him being alive. What I had witnessed before stole my life.

I stare at his pale young face and at his bluish lips. He was heavenly and with me, with a person who mistrusted the love of an angel.

Anger rose in disgust of my own being, they say only a blind can't differentiate amidst a rock and diamond - I was no less in this case.

How come I didn't understand that is was he who crossed every boundary to love me? How come I didn't understand that he had given up everything to cherish me in the way we humans do?

I didn't deserve an angel so lovely as him. Self loathing filled my heart as his glorious form lay ill on the bed, his golden porcelain skin glittering in response to the slight sunlight filtering through the white georgette curtains.

The trial of fire which he went by was magnanimous and horrendous. He burnt without flinching a muscle and hadn't it been for the miracle of the more superior I would have lost the man who broke every rule to love.

And I mistrusted his testimony of love. Tears blur my vision as the sides of his chest have slight ash and black heat formed as a result of the blue flames.

I turn to find a haggard version of myself in the mirror. I remove my shirt and look at the even toned skin of my back.

I don't deserve to be even and flawless.

If he has burnt for me, then even I shall burn for him - a mark of repentance and love and a plea to Michael to not punish him for my deeds.

My angel wouldn't have kissed me if it hadn't been for my foolish questions and he hadn't been burnt if only I would have understood him.

I walk towards the matchstick lying on the table and with a trance pick it up, intending to go through what he went through, yet every single time the matchstick went off. Just as the last one bolted to a brilliant shade of crimson, orange and yellow that a soft mellow voice touched my ears like a whisper;

"He only needs your love and support till eternity, it could be you both against the worlds... he burnt for you cause you didn't believe him, your love burns him.. as well as heals him."

The hushed feminine voice dissipated away letting the match drop from my hand. Heal, could I - a mere mortal - heal my angel?

"Only if you love him enough..." the voice returned as a final push for me to run back to him.

Love him enough, hell yeah!

Least bothered about my shirt flung in an awkward position, I ran towards him and cupped his pale face. I threaded my fingers through his lush hair and placed my lips on his cold yet pliable ones.

The color seeping back into his face and lips stunned me. I rest my forehead against his and vowed in silence;

I may be a mortal, I may be just nineteen, I may not be powerful enough to fight against a simple goon - but I swear that as long as I love him, I wouldn't let anything separate him from me, I wouldn't let anyone touch my angel.

It's us against the world and not Death can keep us apart.

For he is my angel and I, his mortal.