I fell.
As I fell, I was blinded by the white, the white of your wings as you swept down to catch me. You have been there for so long, this being the first memory.
You were my guardian angel.
Your wings were stunning. Soft, fresh snow that had just fallen from the stars, glistening with a silvery accent. The strongest things I'd ever known, capable of anything necessary for survival of both the person attached to them and their Subject. Apparently in this case, that was me.
You caught me in your arms just before I hit the water, wrapping your wings around me to block the impact, and held on tight until the initial shock had worn off. You swam to the surface with me still in your arms.
I woke up on the beach with a warm towel around me, but no one around. The only trace of you was the moist footprints in the sand, leading up to the bridge.
I trudged home in a daze, wondering if the warmth of white had been a dream, a delusion of adrenaline from the fall. I thought it had to be. My mind was blank for the rest of the journey. When I got home, I dragged myself into the washroom and took a long shower. I hazily went to bed, drifting into a dream seconds after closing my eyes.
White flash. Warm body. Sharp breath. Cold water. Warm towel.
I jolted awake, and realized that I was crying in my sleep. I felt a waft of air from my window, though it was definitely closed the night before... I must have opened it before bed. I rose and closed it, looking outside with the hope of something being there, but I saw nothing. The wave of fatigue returned and I fell back into bed.
White flash. Warm body. Sharp breath…
This is all I can think about now, I can't concentrate on anything else, only falling and being caught by an angel. If I could wish upon a snow-birthing star, it would be to embrace you once more, if only to feel the warmth again. If only to feel like I belong somewhere, even in such a majestic being's arms.
Will you return if I fall again? Will you catch me in your arms once more? I have many questions, yet no one to inquire. Will you come back?
To test my theory, I return to the bridge. I know I'm being selfish, but I need to know if you'll come back. If you do, my life will be blessed with the arms of an angel, the white of your wings. And so,
I fall.
