 Re: Descending Through the Heavens to You. Lit.R.P.
Calar felt a tug again. They were close, whoever they were.
Although every human had an angel...not every angel was being called down. Only some humans needed protection. The ones that were going to be targeted. The ones that were in true danger, because...
Well, non of the angels had figure out why, yet.
Calar continued to walk, looking at his timetable, until he stopped dead in the middle of the hall. He looked down, the tug even stronger than ever.
She was younger than him, with bright green eyes and soft brown hair, and her skin looked healthily tanned.
"Hello." He said, because it felt right.
__________________ And run from them, from them, with no direction, We'll run from them, from them, with no conviction. Cause I'm just one of those ghosts, travelling endlessly, I don't need no roads, in fact, they follow me. |