Never Meant To Be

She was a demon. Black hair, dark chocolate skin, and peircing, black eyes that seemed to stare into your very soul. Every step she took seemed to shake the ground beneath your feet. And if you ever dared to talk to her, you would never be able to rid the sound of her low voice whispering in your ears.

I am an angel. My hair is almost white, and my skin seems translucent in comparison to hers. My eyes are the palest of blue, like icicles on a cold winter day. When I walk, the earth stills beneath my feet, and my voice is a soft, calming breath that floats on the wind.

We were never meant to be and we both knew it. A demon, bringer of death and fear, and me, an angel who is meant to give away peace and life. But she loved me and I loved her. We lived every day as if it was our last.

We didn’t care about the consequences, or the looks we got as we walked along, hand in hand, one side of the street blooming with light and flowers and the other draped in shadows. We were young and unaware. Oblivious to the confusion of mortals and the hatred etched into our immortal superiors’ faces.

But one day we grew up.

We woke up and realized it would never work. That even if we could love in the light of the day and peace of the morning, when night came, we would part. I would go to give children sweet dreams while she went to scare the ones I wasn’t watching over.

We never spoke of it, just stopped meeting at the edge of our field. No words were ever whispered again into the still wind, and there were no more glances shared across rooms full of ignorant mortals. It was for the better. Our superiors would never have stood for it much longer, and when it came down to it, we could never have made one another happy.

But I still find her sometimes.

She doesn’t know it, but I watch her go about her day.

I smile when she goes to our field and thinks I don’t notice.

When she goes to pick up a bloom, I use a bit of my power to make it stay alive in her hand when it would usually shrivel up.

And I whisper words to her when she is too busy to notice.

“I will always love you.”

I like to think she whispers them back when I am not listening.