Where do Angels go when they fly off into the sky?
“I really must ask him that should I ever see him again.”
Chie smiled to herself. She hasn’t been able to do that much lately. She looked at her watch and winced. She had to meet Gamon in half an hour at the gym, a place where he had much too many admirers and Chie felt she had none. She gathered her belongings and started walking. She could be there in about half that time.
It is believed that dragons, great powerful beasts, made for magnificent lovers, fiery and feral and seemingly never tiring. With this one Chie knew that to be true. It’s been a while since their last communion and she felt a twinge when she realized how much she missed it. One thing she did know that most others didn’t, was that dragons, or at least this one, could be just as cold as they can be fiery, no matter how ironic that might seem.
Soon enough she found herself in front of the gym and she had to brace herself. What kind of dragon would he be tonight? Would he be cold? Would he be hot? Or would he, like on many occasions for much too long now, be swinging recklessly back and forth?
She found herself alone in the elevator. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and thought of the angel. He thought of his smile. She held his smile in her mind. And right there, before the metal doors opened, she took the angel’s smile and wrapped it around her heart. Somehow, she felt stronger and she knew that no matter what happens, her heart would not break. It couldn’t. At least not for tonight.
She went about her work out, looking on as other females, and sadly quite a few males, watched Gamon finish his last set on the bench press. She got off the treadmill. She was done for the night. She went ahead to the locker rooms to freshen up. Disappointingly predictable, Gamon had been for most of the night. She saw a few glimpses of the dragon she loved, when he looked at her from across the room when some pretty young thing was right beside him trying to get his attention, when he playfully slapped her butt as she passed by and she ached for more of those moments. She ached even more for Gamon to actually talk to her. Just talk to her. That part she misses the most. She just didn’t understand.
In his car he looked straight ahead, cold…like the reptile that he is. With a noncommital kiss, he dropped her off at her place and like always, everyone was asleep. Just a few months ago they would have gone straight her room where he would ravish her. But once again, he has already sped off. She felt alone. Not the quiet peacful type of solitude. But the gut wrenching feeling of having no one there. Her heart almost broke, right there, in front of the steps that lead to their front door. But the angel’s smile held. And as she turned her key and went inside, she knew she was whole…at least for now. She was home.
Chie felt exhausted, but not from working out. The whole undefined relationship with Gamon was getting too tiring. She stepped out of the shower and went to her room. Still wrapped in her big white towel, she sat down on her bed and picked up an album from her bedside table. An album filled with happy times. Times with Gamon. She could not bear to open it. The thing felt heavy in her hand, filled with distant memories, memories dangerously close to fading away. She asked herself what it was exactly that she was holding on too. And like the past several nights she could not find an answer. She threw the album away. It hit the floor with a dull thud.
“I want to be a gentleman and look away, but answer me this, what man or angel could?”
