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Fallen Angel 2The day started out pretty ordinarily. No better than ordinary. Euphoric.
Too bad it ended so chaotically distastrous.
Angel woke up to the smell of flowers. She opened her eyes and looked around the bedroom, it was filled with dozens of boquets in every color. It looked like she had been sleeping in a greenhouse. She groggily sat up on her elbows. Bruce was sitting on the edge of the bed. Wearing that trademark boyish grin. The kind of thing that could make a pale girl blush like a tomato.
She gasped and grinned as tears pooled in her eyes. She threw her arms around Bruce's neck. He pat her back and kissed her shoulder.
"Do you mind if I ask you one more time?" he whispered in her ear.
She pulled her head back. "Bruce, you've asked me about twenty-four times now."
Bruce grinned. "Actually twenty-five. But who's counting? I just can't believe that things could be this perfect."
The tears started streaming down Angel's face. "Ask me as many times as you need to." She smiled softly at he
Fallen Angel 1Catch me if you can, Brucey!" a 6-year-old girl with bouncy strawberry-blond hair squealed as she raced across the lawn.
"I'm gonna get you, Angel!" the heir to the Wayne fortune, Bruce, yelled as he tried to keep up with her.
Angel knew he was getting closer, so she took a sharp turn and darted behind a tree.
"You'll never find me!" she squeaked as she peeked around to see where her friend was.
But, ah, Bruce had seen her hide, and so he jumped behind a rosebush.
"I doubt that, Angel!" He laughed, still hidden by the flowery leaves.
Angel began to panic when she didn't see the little brunette head. "Brucey?" she croaked as she took a shy step away from the tree.
This was Bruce's chance. "I GOT YA!" he screamed as he jumped from his hiding place. He raced toward Angel and slammed his hands onto her shoulders.
Angel shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Bruce laughed as she caught her breath.
"That's not funny," she finally grumbled as she jerked the hands off of her. She crossed her arms a
The New Angel HollowShe didn't believe how much it hurt.
How much he hurt her.
Wasn't he the one that had loved her?
Wasn't he the one who said they'd be together forever?
And this one thing....ended it all.
It had been nearly 2 weeks ago, but the painful memory was still fresh.
The sting from his words hurt just as much as when he first said them.
"Angel. You need help. You're sick."
Every time the memory repeated itself in her mind, the same thoughts seeped in.
He was lying to me the whole time. He never loved me. I was trying to help him. How could he do this to me?
She would bring herself as low as to hate him.
The old Angel would never do that.
But the old Angel was never admitted into Arkham, now was she?
So it made sense that New Angel, the Angel that had been betrayed by Bruce of all people, could hate him.
But Old Angel still had some reign, as she would force the rest of his words to play.
"Angel. I'm doing this because I love you. You mean so much to me, I don't want you to be like this."
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