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It was raining, and you were so tired.
So very tired.
Exhaustion covered you and wrapped itself around you like an old friend greeting you.
Darkness seeping into your mind, seductively wrapping around you, drowning out anything else.
You were sick of everything, Sick of your own mind mocking you, telling you things.
'You arent good enough' you heard on the bus.
'Why are you still here?' you heard walking into work.
'Wouldnt be easier if you were gone?'
'No one likes you.'
'they can all tell you're faking.'
This is the thought that brought you to the roof.
Sitting on the buildings concrete flooring you let the rain drench you.
"Coward." You hissed to yourself, "you cant even do this right."
You muttered with a choked sob and you place your head against your knees.
The rain was soaking you.
The coldness was seeping into your bones.
Finally making you feel SOMETHING.
You shivered and exhaled, your breath visible in the cold night air.
Suddenly the rain stopped beating down on you..
Confused you looked up, a set of gossamar feathers , meshing with an inky black grouping of feathers were shielding you from the rainstorm.
Furrowing your brow, you looked to see where those were coming from.
A tall man dressed in all black with flaming hair and sunglasses seemed to belong to the inky set of feathers, and with him a shorter plump man with hair as white as the other set of feathers.
"The poor dear is soaked to the bone." The shorter of the two said with a pout.
"Well of course, they're sitting in the rain." The taller man said with a slight sarcastic tone to his voice. Seemed to be aimed more at the other man than at you.
"Let us go inside dear, we dont want you getting sick." The shorter man said.
In unison the men crouched down and helped you to your feet.
Unfortunately your legs were asleep and they went out from under you.
"Oh dear me." The shorter man said.
"I've got em, I can warm em up a bit faster as well." The taller man said.
He then effortlessly swept you in his arms and carried you, his wings, yes, they were wings, you hadn't been imagining them, shielding you both from the rain.
The shorter man snapped his fingers and the roofs door opened and the staircase light came on.
You looked up at the tall man, his sunglasses hid his eyes, so dark, but he was so warm, so very warm.
You start to get comfortable and you doze off and fall asleep in his arms as he carries you down the stairs.
You fitfully wake up with a start, finding yourself on a couch under a blanket next to a lit fireplace.
Surprised at the new surroundings you sit up and look around.
"Oi angel!" The taller man called over his shoulder.
He had been sitting next to you in an armchair, lounging in it with an arm slumped over the back.
"Oh heavens, excellent." The shorter man said walking into the room with a tray.
Your brow furrows again, still confused.
"Hello dear, you must be famished. I just made cocoa, and here are some biscuits." The shorter man said bringing the tray over to you.
Both men grabbed a cup of cocoa and sat watching you.
You didnt want to move, numb from being overwhelmed with this world, with the ache in your soul, the darkness in your mind. And these two beautiful men saving you and now watching you like a zoo exhibit was much different than you expected for the night.
Slowly you took a cup and gave the cocoa a sip. A small smile coming to your lips as it filled you with warm fuzzy feelings.
"Excellent." The shorter man said shooting the flame haired man a smirk.
The flame haired man seemed to roll his eyes at the shorter man.
After a few sips of cocoa, thick heavy silence, and looks shared between the two men they both gestured to the other.
The shorter man looked at you, his small pointed nose wrinkling a bit, his cheeks spread in a friendly smile, his jacket a warm taupe with a tartan bowtie, he was a bit plump, but he was light, warm, emoting kindness and love from every inch of him. Intimidated you wrapped the blankets up higher around you. Covering your mouth, that was twisting, your throat burning, your eyes welling up with tears, not even hearing what this man was saying to you.
He cleared his throat and looked at the other man.
Your eyes shifted to him, the tall one, flamed hair, the one made of fire that brought life back to you, tall and angular, slender with nimble fingers being ran through his red crop of hair. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed a few times and he cleared his throat looking at you, at least you think he was, his sunglasses were hiding his gaze, but you felt it on you.
Like a warm touch.
The tears wouldn't stay put any longer and the dam inside you burst.