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Authors: Michelle Irwin
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deserved the surprise she’d just received.
“What are you doing here, Michael?” she asked, not feeling any need or desire to make him feel welcome.
His feet crunched over the fresh snow as he made his way to her. When he reached her, he knelt at her side before resting his hand on her shoulder. “I came to make sure you were okay.”
Even though his touch eased the burden of the burning of her palms, she pulled away from him. He didn’t deserve the peace of mind that came from helping her. “Okay? No, I am not okay. I am so far away from okay I don’t know if I will ever be okay again. You set me up!”
He looked at the snow between them. “That was . . . regrettable.”
“No, the plagues of Egypt were regrettable. What you did was a dick move.”
“I was only doing my duty. This is your chance for penance, which you’ve wanted for a long time.”
“Fuck penance.” At the harsh tone of Amity’s voice, Michael winced away as though he’d been struck.
“Amitiel—Amity,” he corrected himself at the narrowing of her eyes. “Of all the angels who walk the Earth, you should know most of all that the path to the truth brings penance. You want this, even as you rally against it.”
“Why didn’t you warn me?”
“Would you have accepted the task if I had?”
She sighed as his words hit their intended mark. No. She wouldn’t have taken the assignment if she’d known all of the players. As soon as she’d learned the truth, she would have fled to the other side of the world and hoped it would all resolve itself without her involvement. She tipped her head forward, using her curtain of hair to shield her from the world—and from Michael in particular.
“I could have prepared myself for it,” she whispered, even though she knew there was no truth in the words. There was no preparation for the discovery that the one person you were assigned to help was only hurt as a result of your past failures.
Michael sat onto the snow, twisting his hips so he was more in front of her than beside. He brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “No, you couldn’t have. I know you probably will disagree with my next statement, but this is for the best. By helping Drew find acceptance, you will see that what happened back then was not solely your responsibility.”
She looked into Michael’s eyes and saw galaxies swirling around in the warm amber depths. As much as she struggled with the big brother mantle he took onto himself, it was moments like this one where it was evident why he did. Even though the first of the angels were brought into existence in the same nanosecond, Michael’s burdens in the intervening years made him infinitely older than her or any of her other brothers. After all, he held the literal balance of the whole universe resting within his grace.
She felt like a mewling child staring into an infinite abyss as she met the depths of his gaze. It was no wonder that many humans who had seen the sight went crazy. Others were luckier. Even though everyone met Michael in the end, when his grace would pluck their soul from their body and prepare them for judgment, most were spared the sight of a face-to-face appearance.
She swallowed down her fear as she wondered exactly how many judgments and cases Michael had weighed and decided during the course of their conversation. How many souls he’d gathered? How many had moved onward and upward, and how many had been sent back to Earth to do Heaven’s bidding? She cast her eyes away from his, unwilling to meet the oblivion in the depths any longer. She wasn’t afraid of the infinity they held as much as the judgment she saw within them.
It wasn’t enough to stop her from asking the question which had frightened her the most since she’d seen the truth though. “What if it was my fault though? What if all of her suffering was because of me?”
Michael reached for her arm again, allowing his compassion to flow through
“What are you doing here, Michael?” she asked, not feeling any need or desire to make him feel welcome.
His feet crunched over the fresh snow as he made his way to her. When he reached her, he knelt at her side before resting his hand on her shoulder. “I came to make sure you were okay.”
Even though his touch eased the burden of the burning of her palms, she pulled away from him. He didn’t deserve the peace of mind that came from helping her. “Okay? No, I am not okay. I am so far away from okay I don’t know if I will ever be okay again. You set me up!”
He looked at the snow between them. “That was . . . regrettable.”
“No, the plagues of Egypt were regrettable. What you did was a dick move.”
“I was only doing my duty. This is your chance for penance, which you’ve wanted for a long time.”
“Fuck penance.” At the harsh tone of Amity’s voice, Michael winced away as though he’d been struck.
“Amitiel—Amity,” he corrected himself at the narrowing of her eyes. “Of all the angels who walk the Earth, you should know most of all that the path to the truth brings penance. You want this, even as you rally against it.”
“Why didn’t you warn me?”
“Would you have accepted the task if I had?”
She sighed as his words hit their intended mark. No. She wouldn’t have taken the assignment if she’d known all of the players. As soon as she’d learned the truth, she would have fled to the other side of the world and hoped it would all resolve itself without her involvement. She tipped her head forward, using her curtain of hair to shield her from the world—and from Michael in particular.
“I could have prepared myself for it,” she whispered, even though she knew there was no truth in the words. There was no preparation for the discovery that the one person you were assigned to help was only hurt as a result of your past failures.
Michael sat onto the snow, twisting his hips so he was more in front of her than beside. He brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “No, you couldn’t have. I know you probably will disagree with my next statement, but this is for the best. By helping Drew find acceptance, you will see that what happened back then was not solely your responsibility.”
She looked into Michael’s eyes and saw galaxies swirling around in the warm amber depths. As much as she struggled with the big brother mantle he took onto himself, it was moments like this one where it was evident why he did. Even though the first of the angels were brought into existence in the same nanosecond, Michael’s burdens in the intervening years made him infinitely older than her or any of her other brothers. After all, he held the literal balance of the whole universe resting within his grace.
She felt like a mewling child staring into an infinite abyss as she met the depths of his gaze. It was no wonder that many humans who had seen the sight went crazy. Others were luckier. Even though everyone met Michael in the end, when his grace would pluck their soul from their body and prepare them for judgment, most were spared the sight of a face-to-face appearance.
She swallowed down her fear as she wondered exactly how many judgments and cases Michael had weighed and decided during the course of their conversation. How many souls he’d gathered? How many had moved onward and upward, and how many had been sent back to Earth to do Heaven’s bidding? She cast her eyes away from his, unwilling to meet the oblivion in the depths any longer. She wasn’t afraid of the infinity they held as much as the judgment she saw within them.
It wasn’t enough to stop her from asking the question which had frightened her the most since she’d seen the truth though. “What if it was my fault though? What if all of her suffering was because of me?”
Michael reached for her arm again, allowing his compassion to flow through
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