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There she stood tall, her body encased in stone and staring down at her beloved. His final resting place at her feet where he belonged. Oh how she longed to speak to him once more. To look upon his beautiful face and kiss him again. The men who took care of the old cemetery, were lowering her beloved's casket down into the ground as she thought back to the first time she saw him.

It was the first day of spring. The flowers were in full bloom. It's a rare occurrence for an angel to be seen, especially in a town of this size. But her wings were tucked in and invisible to all. Her red hair flowed down her back like fire setting ablaze everything as she walked. Her crystal blue eyes pierced the souls of each human she came in contact with. She didn't know why she was there in that big town. She was sent to find something. But what that something was the angel could not tell you.

Her gaze was met by a set of brown eyes belonging to a young man working in his father's diner. He had just stepped out for a smoke when he looked up and met the gaze of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Dropping the cigarette, he runs his long fingers through his shaggy blonde hair. "You must come in and try our newest pie flavor, ma'am" he mutters, nervously.

She glanced down at the dropped object. Bending down ever so slowly, not to let her dress ride up too much, she picks up the cigarette. "If you say I must, then it is true. Lead the way." She says as she hands him the forgotten smoke. He was undeniably handsome if she could say so herself. She watches as he tucks the cigarette behind his ear and opens the door. Waving her in first.

She had relived that moment a few times while stuck in stone. Her chest ached as memories haunted her always. It was times like this that she wished that he just killed her fully instead of banishing her to live the rest of her days in stone, watching in silence as the world changed around her. The most torturing moment that haunts her to no end was the last time she saw her beloved. They were actually standing right here, in the middle of the gloomy cemetery when it happened.

He had gotten her a job at the local flower shop that was next to the diner. She loved the flowers so much. But with each day passing, she loved him more and more. They saw each other everyday or more if that was possible. And her original mission to find whatever it is she was sent for had been long forgotten.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. He fell in love with her just as much as she was in love with him. Even when she told him of her secret of what she was, he loved her even more. Then his father died. Struck by a heart attack.

It was then that her little life with him changed. She stood beside him, holding hands as the men who took care of the cemetery lowered his father into the ground. He cried into her as the preacher said some kind words to the little group of loved ones that gathered, in the name of the man that they were burying.

He pulled away from her once the others left them alone. Wiping away his tears, his eyes red and puffy. "Why couldn't you of stopped this?" he muttered harshly. His gaze was falling over to his father's grave, fresh tears forming, angry tears, within his eyes.

"I am just an angel. I have no abilities to stop things like this. And even if I did have such a gift, my love, I can't stop death. I'm sorry, my love. Please, let us go home so I can make us some tea." She whispers to him. Wanting nothing more than to soothe the one she loves, "I love you." Her hand goes out to caress his cheek, but he jerks away.

"How can I love you? You just told me that you wouldn't stop my father from dying even if you could. How could you say such a thing?" he backs away. "My father was good to you. Offered our home to you. And now he is dead. And all you do is say you're sorry and you can't do nothing about this."

"I can't. I am just a mere angel with no special abilities." Tears filled her eyes as she hears the harshness in his voice. He had never spoken to her like this before. "Calm down, my love." She reached over to touch him again, yet again he jerks himself out of her way.

"No, you don't get to touch me." He wraps his arms around himself. "You don't get to live in my father's house no more. I don't love you anymore. And that means you need to leave. Go back to where you came from. All you have brought is sadness into my life." He hisses before running away with her heart.

She stood there in that cemetery for a moment. Her heart broke into a million pieces as he ran away. Tears fall continuously, soaking her porcelain skin. The clouds up ahead darken as lightning strikes her. Her skin turns grey and hardens in place. Her wings flare out as she tries to fight what was happening to her. But suddenly, she is unable to move. Her whole body is encased in stone.

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