Falling Angels

Andy's POV
As I walked Claire to her room all I could think about was the way her body felt against mine and all of the pain she had gone through. She seemed like a warm, caring person who didn't deserve to go through any of this. When we reached her room I gave her some privacy to change and decided to check on her after I got changed. I walked to my room and put on a batman t shirt that snugly fit my chest and my best plaid pajama pants. I couldn't help but want to impress her. Even though I had only known her for a short time, I already felt a strong connection to her and something else. It was like what I had felt for Juliet but different. Looking at my alarm clock, I realized that I had been standing in one spot and thinking about her for a few minutes. I headed back to Claire's room and saw that she was already in bed and asleep. 'Well, I don't blame her for falling asleep so quickly,' I thought, 'She's had a long night.' I sat on the bed and noticed that she wore a long sleeved shirt. Fearing the worst, I slowly slid her sleeve up to her elbow. There were old cutting scars marking the war she had battled all over her arm. Not even thinking, I leaned down and kissed her scars. "You are still beautiful to me." I whispered. Part of me wished she heard me but another part of me feared what she might do if she heard. I traced her scars with her thumb and wished I could heal them all. Not physically, but emotionally. Something told me that there were more scars inside. Standing up, I resolved to heal her and make her feel whole again. "Goodnight." I whispered.

Notes

So I finally wrote a happy, sweet chapter.