The runways of New York couldn't match up with that of the heaven's.
Every Wednesday all the angels gather at the foyer of Jesu, the biggest building in the Eastern region of heaven. The tradition of flaunting one's wings in this event started a week after the confiscation of Lucy's wings (including other heavenly powers) because of a major violation in the Angel's Code of Conduct. From what I've heard, Lucy's now a lost soul endlessly wandering the earth. Poor kid.
Why flaunt wings, you ask? The reason is simple: the beauty of an angel's wings depends on one's job performance. Better performance, better wings, more bragging rights... well, you know how those work.
Angels of high standing would all be proud when another angel fawns over their wings. Everyone except Erika.
Erika carries the most beautiful wings up here. Hers are made from the most lucid and the lightest glass in the kingdom. They are also studded with diamonds that makes her wings glisten when the sun touches them. Compared to hers, my cotton candy wings is rust on the golden gates of heaven. It was the most beautiful pair of wings, yes, but, oddly enough she appears to be unhappy about them. Every time someone would compliment her wings, she would smile impishly and leave. We've been together in heaven for all this time yet it puzzles me on how she could not seem to appreciate such beauty.
That Wednesday, I summed up all the courage I have and talked to Erika. I found her outside Jesu, under a giant tree, lost in thought.
She seemed to break from her trance when I sat beside her though.
"Such beautiful wings you have," said Erika.
"Thanks. But, they're not as beautiful as yours."
"Uh-huh." Erika stared at her wings. To my surprise, she started to cry, her wings reflected the tears streaming on her cheeks.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It's these wings. Their beauty reminds me of the good souls I had to fetch on earth. Every time I see my reflection on these wings I see the eyes of those people - eyes filled with horror!"
Erika is an angel of death.
Still sobbing, I hugged Erika.
"It's our job dear. We can't do anything about it. All we could do is give peace to the troubled hearts of the souls we fetch."
"But why all those kind-hearted people? Why them?"
Silence.
"I don't know dear. I don't know. But, who are we to question the plans of the boss?" I answered. "One thing's for sure though: the Boss loves His people. Place your trust in Him."
Erika started to calm down. "Thanks," she said.
Before we joined the other angels in the foyer, I whispered on Erika's ears:
"The boss loves us too, you know. I think He wants you to remember how much He loves you with those glass wings of yours."
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Glass Wings by KASH
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