angel pt. 8/8 (trigger warning)

angel clicked.

he felt off. he heard things. he felt things. he felt sad.

he was shaking and cold. he did not recognize who he was. he opened up a window and turned his fan off. he got out of bed. had he been cold this whole time?

he thought of himself and saw a boy frozen in the dark, bleeding. why had he cut himself so much? he had only seen the darkness. why had he been so blind? angels mind woke up.

angel sat alone in his room. Untouched, perfect, and innocent was he. he no longer needed blue pills. he still did not need anyone though. he had himself and he loved himself.

he learned to love and accept his imperfections but not worship them.

he was just, Angel.

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