Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Angel in the Sky

He looked up into the photo of what seemed a thousand years ago.

Deep blue sapphire eyes stared back at him, a strand of shining raven hair falling into them. Yes, he was beautiful, had the face of an angel, the eyes of a saint.

But that beauty was diminished now, darkened, by the thinness and the paleness of his face, by the dark shadows under his dulled eyes. In the photo right beside it, a different creature staring back.

But that was of course his angel, the one person he cared as much about as his sister...

He leaned against the wall. He wanted desperately to go to bed, to curl up under his thin blanket, even if it meant facing the nightmares now, even if it meant waking up in a cold sweat. But first there was the dinner, the apartment to clean, tomorrow’s meals to prepare, the pile of homework on his desk.

And his Father’s wrath.

He shivered. His body ached still from the night before; it hadn’t had a chance to heal.

It never did.

It was like his angel... Never giving anyone else a chance...

Matt Dragoon Master