Her point of view

It started on a bus. I was reluctant to ride. I begged and pleaded, but alas I was still forced. I saw an angel that day. He was taken and not for my eyes, so I strayed away. Days go by, month  have passed. I lost my way along the beat up path, but it always led back to him. Its the month the wind blows, leaves turn orange and the children change. I saw the angel again on that yellow bus. He invites me to Marshall road on Halloween night. Days fly by as I await for my angel. On Halloween night I died I was very cold and alone left to under in the fog when out of nowhere my angel appears and leads me out of the fog and warms me up just to welcome me to heaven a moon later.

Our Perspective

The tale of two lovers is told on this day. As we see her side and we wait to experience his. We notice that the same angel that warmed her up, and led her out of the fog was the same angel that lead her to Marchall to die. Was this tragedy truly that, a tragedy, or was it planned? We’re curious to see.

His point of view

Days appeared and went as they so often do, but that day was different. Don’t ask me why, but I felt my wings were finally about to be used. On that day that kids buzzed and friends squealed, I saw her. An angel yet to be discovered trapped ina  hell cell. The moment  I realized her potential, I know what I had to do.

I lay in wait as I forced myself to watch her stray. She needed to choose her path and make her own choices. Finally that month came. The month when demons are exposed and spirit wander the streets. I knew what would happen, but I sent her to Marshall.

I heard the screams of the massacre, but could not intervene. Soon my angel could join me. I ventured to the demention od assention anddamnation to find her. The chill was crisp and the fog was thick, but there she was. I sheltered her from the chill and led her out of th ickness. I could see her clearly now in her true angleic form. A month od charm and she was finally mine to be with in heaven agian.