Falling of an Angel By Liz^^

The streets were full of excitement and busy as shoppers rushed around to celebrate the coming of the big holiday known as Christmas. Among these streets was a brunette girl, looking to be on the verge of fifteen, staring at all the shoppers with indifference. She began to walk towards the park sighing as troubling thoughts began to tumble into her mind.

Sure, she seemed to be a normal teenage girl who just sat down on a bench to rest herself in the eyes of passing pedestrians. But she wasn¡¯t. She wasn¡¯t a normal girl. Her name was Carla, princess of the angels. Her home was upon the cloud filled sky that was invisible to the eyes of Earth. The reason she was here on Earth instead of her home was that she ran away.

She ran away; sick and tired of all the lack of freedom she received from her parents. It was for her protection, said her parents, but to Carla, it was prison. Simply as the action sounded, Carla knew to the angels in her homeland it would cause panic. So she had left a note saying she just needed to get fresh air.

Sitting on the bench, Carla¡¯s train of thoughts was interrupted by a shriek of a woman. Her yell alerted all the bystanders that a thief was running away. Carla looked upon where the woman was yelling and caught sight of the thief running away with the woman¡¯s purse. Without a thought, she stood up to try to catch the thief and successfully caught hold of the thief¡¯s arm.

The thief trying to loosen her grip tried to shake her off but her grip was like a vice grip never letting go. So he just ran, dragging her along the way too. Unfortunately for Carla, she didn¡¯t have a strong stand as she did with her grip so she was pulled as well. She didn¡¯t let go for she didn¡¯t want to give up yet.

After running for a while, the woman who lost sight of the thief sighed sadly and just accepted her lost. Meanwhile, the thief sensing he lost the woman slowed down and turned to face the person who still held unto him. He took off his cap, revealing his features of a young teen with dark ebony locks, and yelled infuriately at the foolish girl, ¡°Get off me!!! That woman is gone so you can¡¯t get your reward!¡±

Carla just glared at the teen thief and replied with an edgy tone, ¡°Reward?! I don¡¯t want rewards. I want your apology to the woman for stealing her stuff!¡± The thief surprised by her outburst stayed silent. ¡° Well?!¡± ¡° I can¡¯t give this back to her.¡±, replied the teen boy softly with guilt edging his eyes. The unexpected reaction caused Carla to let go of her grip and ask, ¡± Why?¡± ¡°I just can¡¯t, so leave me alone!!!!¡±, yelled the boy as he ran away.

Carla just stood there, not making an effort to stop him. Why couldn¡¯t he?, she thought to herself. She brushed off the question as she began to wander the streets again.

As night came creeping in, she decided to stop by an orphanage to have some rest. As she stepped into the orphanage, the owner of the orphanage greeted her. She asked the owner, ¡°May I stay here just for tonight. I¡¯m sorry but I have nowhere to go.¡± ¡°Of course. This orphanage is open to all.¡± The owner replied warmly, for she felt pity for the girl to have nowhere to stay, especially on the day before Christmas Eve.

As Carla went into the living room, a place where all children gathered, she saw a sight that was unexpected. In the middle of the ring of children was the same boy that had stole the woman¡¯s purse, handing out toys to all children. Carla was frozen in shock when the guy took notice of her. He froze along with her in shock. The dark headed teen, quickly recovering from the shock suddenly grabbed her hand and dragged her outside before she had a chance to talk.

Seconds later, they were both outside while Carla, after realizing what happened, replied softly, ¡°So that why you couldn¡¯t give the purse back.¡± Suddenly, her tone grew sharper as she reprimanded, ¡± But it still was wrong to steal that woman¡¯s purse!¡± The dark headed boy sighed. ¡° I know. It¡¯s just that mostly nowadays, people don¡¯t donate that much to the orphanage and Christmas is just two days away. Those kids already have enough problems already and need some lightening up.¡± ¡°Still it was mean for you to steal!¡±, retorted Carla stubbornly. The boy suddenly burst out with rage, ¡° You wouldn¡¯t know a thing about what those kids are going through!!¡± With that the boy ran back into the shelter while Carla stood there, stunned by the event that just occurred.

The morning sun peeked through the curtain that hung neatly on the orphanage¡¯s window. The children were having breakfast. As Carla came through the cafeteria doors, the owner greeted her. Soon, other children gathered around her to greet her.

The breakfast chatter¡¯s topic turned to Henry, the boy who Carla had met the other day. From all the gossips, she learned that Henry had been an orphan, too. He had held this orphanage up by working part time jobs. And stealing, thought Carla.

After leaning more about Henry, she felt regret to what she said to Henry earlier. She decided to apologize to him. She left the orphanage after breakfast and came upon Henry at a restaurant, working as a waiter. Henry was surprised to see her there and asked rudely what she was doing here. She asked if they could talk. Finally Henry gave in and they started to walk around the neighborhood. They stopped at the steps of a church to talk.

Not a few seconds later, a Christian family passed by going into the church. They seemed to be complete as a father, mother, and son walked up the stairs.

Henry sighed, ¡± Do you see that?¡± ¡° What?¡± was the reply. ¡°You don¡¯t see that?! Don¡¯t you see the love going around the family?¡± ¡°Love?¡± whispered Carla softly. ¡°Yes.¡± A pause. ¡° When I was an orphan, I envied those children. I envied them, receiving love from their parents. I never even experienced it but from the way they looked, they were a whole. The kids back in the orphanage will never a chance to feel love from their real parents. That¡¯s why I try to give them everything else. I try to give them food, gift,.. a happy stay during the orphanage until they¡¯re adopted by other people. I care for them.¡± ¡°Oh..,¡±, whispered Carla. ¡°I want you to go back home.¡± ¡°What?!¡± ¡°Go back home, I¡¯m sure your parents are missing you right now¡± Carla¡¯s anger flared at the mention of her parents as she retorted, ¡°How do you know if I have parents or no¡¦ ¡° ¡°Because you don¡¯t seem like a person who don¡¯t have parents. You have an aura around you that tells me you have them.¡± ¡°¡¦¡±

Carla was silent. With his speech about family, realization hit Carla and she began to see through her parent¡¯s point of view. Sure, her family locked her up into the castle. But that had been because the wanted to protect her. They wanted to protect her because they loved her. Tears welled up inside he eyes as her lips twitched to form a smile as realization dawned upon her.

Seeing that he put some sense into her, knowing positively that she¡¯ll be going back he continued, ¡°I¡¯ll be going back now.. I need to work to earn money for the orphanage.¡±

Henry turned to go. Carla spoke, ¡°Henry, do you see?¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Do you see you¡¯re being loved? You care about the kids back at the orphanage; you love them¡¦and¡¦and they love you back in return. They couldn¡¯t live without you..¡± A small smile lit up on Henry¡¯s face. ¡°¡¦ I¡¯ll be going,¡± With that he took off toward the restaurant.

Night crawled in again as Henry returned toward the orphanage. He knew he was going to miss Carla. She was the first girl he ever spilled out his feelings to and had understood them. He sighed heavily as the door of the orphanage stood proudly in front of him. As he stepped inside the orphanage, Carla suddenly pulled him back outside. Henry stunned by this made no effort to struggle. When he got back his senses, he said, ¡°I thought you went back..¡± ¡°I couldn¡¯t go back without thanking you.¡± As those words left her mouth, two pearly white wings sprouted from her back.

Henry amazed gasped at her with awe as he stuttered, ¡° Y..Yo¡¦You¡¯re an angel?!¡± Carla stood there smiling. With that she replied, ¡° I guess you could say that. I¡¯m going to help you relive those moments you experienced love.. from your real parents¡± ¡°How?¡± ¡°Just close your eyes.. trust me..¡± At the command, his eyes closed shut as Carla with all her powers summoned her powers to flow through her. As a royal of the angels, she was gifted with powers.

Henry on the other hand, went through his past reliving the day his parents were on their deathbed. Henry had been hugged and kissed for the last time as the parents eyes closed to drift into an endless sleep of death. A tear slid from his eyes. This second of his life, he had been loved but out of all the more wanting of love, he had forgotten this precious moment and blamed himself.

He reopened his eyes to meet with Carla. Slowly, a light began to form around her. She was beginning to lift up toward the sky, her home. As he watched transfixed by all this, Carla whispered, ¡°Merry Christmas..¡± Henry breaking out of his stupor asked suddenly the question he wanted to ask before, ¡°Will I be seeing you again?¡± The angel nodded, smiling. ¡° Someday.. I promise..¡± Her words drifted off as the light carried her back home. Henry stood there, gazing over the stars to see a sign of her. He smiled as he replied, ¡° Someday¡¦¡±

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¡°Henry!! There are a lot of customers. Go out and tend to them!!¡° ¡° Alright! I¡¯m going..¡± Henry had reached his age of twenty and had still kept the job of a waiter. After that experience, he never stole again. Annoyed at the person who commanded him, he muttered, ¡°Henry, do this.. Henry, do that.. Man.. Can¡¯t they work too?.. I was busy with the other customers..¡± His words drifted off as he saw a sight he never thought he would see again.

There, sitting on a chair watching him was a woman of twenty sipping on a drink. He approached her cautiously; afraid this was all a dream. ¡°Carla?¡¦ What?..¡± The woman smiled and replied, ¡° I promised you you¡¯ll be seeing me again someday..¡±

Love is something precious everyone has

No matter how much you seem to be deserted,

Love is always there, even in the

Vaguest way possible,

Love will always follow you

Forever¡¦¡¦