On a park bench sat an angel. Dressed in an elegant white gown and glowing. Out of curiosity I approached and was met with the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.
âTake my hand.â
I did as instructed and immediately I felt the heavens surge through the angel, into my soul.
The feeling, indescribable. Bliss, peace, happiness. Far more intense than anything a mortal man should ever experience, but the angel assured me that everything would be alright.
I walked with the angel for an unknown time. I don't know where we went. It didn't matter so long as I was holding the angelâs hand.
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Eventually, I told the angel, âI have to go back now.â
But to my surprise the angel didn't respond.
I tried to release my grip from the angel's hand but I could not. The angel's hand and mine had become one. I pulled away but the angel didn't budge.
I looked at the angel and it had changed. Gone was the beautiful face. Sunken cheeks and eyes gave it a ghoulish appearance.
It took me a while to realize that I was actually staring at a reflection of my own face. I panicked and pulled away but the harder I fought, the worse it got.
I watched as the angel's white gown turned to black and the heavenly glow turned to a rancid haze that gave off a foul odour. Bugs of all kinds poured out of its gown. In an instant both of us were covered in a thick swarm of crawling insects.
Then, all of a sudden, it was over. I woke up on the ground. The angel was seemingly gone. I picked myself up off the ground and began walking home. Along the way I told myself that the angel wasn't real and none of it had happened.
I almost believed it too, but then the angel started showing up randomly. Not close to me, but in the background. Glowing again, channeling the heavens. Sometimes I get a glance of his handsome face and I long for the touch of his hand. For now though, I'll stay away from the angel on the park bench.