Crankgameplays Imagines

Our Angel

~ Your POV ~

He walked you to the edge of the cliff, his hand holding yours tightly as the cool night breeze ran it's soft tendrils through your hair. The man beside you was someone you didnt recognise, you had never seen him prior to that night. You dont know what it was that made you trust him, but there was something about his voice that entranced you, and invited you to follow him. The emotions you felt were so far from fear, you wondered if you were dreaming. How could you be stood on the edge of a cliff, in the dead of night, with a complete stranger, and not feel even slightly afraid? That, was a question that you didnt need an answer to, because in that moment, the warm feelings that were surrounding you were utterly euphoric, distracting and distancing you from any thought but ones relating to them. There were no words spoken between the two of you as you stood at what felt like the end of the world. He turned to you, and smiled. You reflected his smile back at him, though you hadnt realised that he had taken another step forward, and so had you. It was some sort of blissful hypnotism, and you didnt want to even attempt to dissect the situation, it was too wonderful for you to want to potentially ruin. With his eyes still on you, the two of you took another step in unison, and the ocean waves below opened their arms to envelope you in a welcoming embrace.

"If you both fell...why were you the only one that was rescued?" Your seven year old daughter, Ida, questions curiously, in response to the story you've been waiting to tell her for so many years.
You smile warmly at her "I cant explain that, I dont know where he went, or even who he was. Falling is the last thing I remember before waking up in a hospital bed, with a nurse stood at my side. When I asked her if the man I was with was there, she said it was only me who was pulled out of the water."
Ida frowns in confusion "Why didnt they save him too?"
Your smile slowly stretches into a grin "I suppose, he didnt need saving."
Ida stares up at her bedroom ceiling for a few moments, seemingly processing what you've just told her, before she looks back at you, sitting on the side of her bed.
"Why did he make you fall? I dont like him, he was trying to hurt you." She mutters her opinion of him, and you cant help but chuckle.
"Oh, no no, he definitely wasnt trying to hurt me! He came to me at a time in my life when I was petrified of almost everything, I stayed safe in my little bubble world, never speaking to anyone or doing anything outside of going to work and then coming home. I was like a crab that never left her shell, that was my sad reality. He taught me a valuable lesson, he made me trust him, he took my hand and together, we risked our lives, but I wordlessly put my trust in that he would make sure I was alright, and he did." You explain, feeling a warmth spread from your chest as you reminisce on what felt like the first day of the rest of your life.
Your daughter nods slowly in understanding "Was he magic? You said he wasnt pulled out of the water, so he must be magic, or he died."
You laugh slightly at her blunt analysis "He wasnt magic, no, and he didnt die either. He was an angel, my angel. I've seen him countless times, he's never far, and I'll tell you a secret, you've seen him too."
Ida gasps and sits bolt upright in her bed, in a state of bewilderment "What!?!"
You nod at her, continuing your explanation "He appeared in my home, exactly a year after he first saw me."
Your daughter leans closer to you in anticipation "What did you do then?"
In response, you simply beam at her "I married him."
Ida's jaw drops, her eyes wide like a deer in headlights. For a few seconds, she stays in that state, and you find yourself laughing at this situation. The moment you found out you were pregnant, you wanted to tell her the story of how you met her father, but you had to wait until she was old enough to understand. You thought you'd have to wait until she was a teenager, but Ida is mature beyond her years, and you soon realised you would be able to tell her sooner. It was almost like she was just as eager to hear of the story that she didnt know existed, as you were to tell her, and she somehow developed the intelligence to understand it as soon as possible. Well, in fairness, stranger things have happened.
"DAD IS YOUR ANGEL!?!" Ida suddenly shouts, abruptly pulling you from your thoughts.
You lean forward to lie her back down in bed, and place a soft kiss on her forehead "He's not just my angel anymore, he's ours."
Sensing eyes on you, you look over your shoulder, to see Ethan standing in Ida's bedroom doorway, casually leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed over his chest and a bright smile plastered on his face.
"Speak of the devil!" You wink at him, and he laughs at the irony of the otherwise normal phrase.
Ethan strolls over to you, and you stand up, so that he can take your place on Ida's bed to say goodnight to her. The second he sits down, Ida is rapid firing questions at him.
"How are you an angel? Why did you make Mom fall? How did you survive? Where did you go? Why did you come back? Do you have wings? Can I see them? Why arent you in heaven? Can you FLY!?!" Only after her final question, does Ida pause for breath.
Ethan chuckles and kisses her forehead "I'll answer all of your questions after school tomorrow, I promise. Right now, you need to focus on getting to sleep." He stands to his feet and begins walking to the door, but quickly spins back around on his heel to flash Ida a smile "Goodnight, half-angel."
Ida gasps aloud and slaps her hands on her cheeks, muffling her speech considerably "OOM ON OONGEL!?!"
Neither you nor Ethan can stop yourselves from laughing.
"Goodnight love, sweet dreams!" You tell her as Ethan wraps an arm around your waist, and the two of you exit her room, hearing Ida continuing to squeal for a few seconds before settling down and falling into the most wonderful dream she's ever had.

Until the early hours of the morning, she dreamt of soaring through the sky, hand-in-hand with her father, while her mother lay on her father's back, admiring the night sky.

And when little Ida awoke the next morning, there were dozens of large white feathers strewn across her bedroom floor, creating a trail to her bedroom window.