Her hair fanned out like a copper halo across her pillow. Light of the waning moon spilled through the window giving her skin an ethereal luminescence.

Standing at the foot of her bed, he watched the slight rise and fall of her chest. The butterfly flutter of her eyelids, the chance that she’d actually wake up and see him, gave him a secret thrill.

He turned off the flash and volume on his smartphone so the click from the camera wouldn’t disturb her, then quietly left.

Later he’d add that photo to the others in the shrine to his angel.

Inspiration: Holy


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