Another stroke of the brush, a swirl of color, and a ragged breath. The scene on the canvus: beautiful rolling hills, trees, and an almost clear sky. And an angel, with snow white wings. She was kneeling on the ground, her head bent down. Her hands were to her breast, with blood pouring over them. The angel was beautiful; the most beautiful thing the artist has ever painted. But also the saddest.

A single tear rolls down the artist's cheek, and is quickly wiped away. Left is a small trail of red paint as a reminder of what was there. A little more blue in the sky, a little more green in the grass. A little more gloss in the angel's hair, a little more black in deep contrast with her wings. A little more pain in the amazing green eyes. One more tear...

A soft face, barely even there, above her. So light it almost cannot be seen. The face gazes lovingly at the angel, aware of all the pain she is going through. Just a little more and it will be done. A hand is placed on the shoulder if the angel, almost invisible. The angel's dress is torn at the bottom, and it blows around her. But her face already painted, she cries still. One more color, one more stroke, one more detail.

And it's done. The artist sits back, looking at the newly finished painting. The artist finds some of the mistakes, but thinks they look alright, purposeful even. The artist knows the painting will be thought to reflect how the painter feels, but that is not true in this case. The painting was written to accompany a story, written by a friend. It is sad, but the sadness makes it beautiful. A cloth is put over it, to keep away stray eyes.

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A/N: This is just random sadness, really. It started out being a song-fic to Toby Keith's Wish I Didn't Know Now. But it just started off on it's own, and the song didn't fit. Which left me song-less. And I couldn't find another one.

But V said I had to post it, and I couldn't think of a reason not to. So, by default, this is dedicated to V. But it's not any part of his birthday story. So there.

Leave me a review, pretty please! They are my reason for getting up in the morning. Well, not really. But close enough.