Was it a dream, was it some fool game fate was playing on her? She didn’t know the reasons nor cared too much about knowing them, but it would have been nice to know why it was happening. It was so surreal, everything seem to come from a perfect world fantasy where the only imperfect thing there was her. And about all the perfection of the place, there was this being that shined and extended its wings. Her angel, but he was crying and had been crying the whole time she had been there. That was breaking her to pieces but still refused to get any closer.
And all of a sudden, in an instant, the bright angel walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her. She felt as if her heart sunk. That couldn’t be real, it was impossible, the angel hugging her tightly. He hugged her as tight as he could and let his tears run though his cheeks. His sobs were quiet, as if he was in too much pain to even cry harder. But he definitely didn’t know all the pain he was causing her. The possibility of him with her again were almost none and his soft touch was just going to be a dream for her. So all she could think about was the pain that the moment might inflict on her on the long run.
Did’t he know what he was doing? Was he doing it on purpose? But even when she knew that was going to make her hurt more than even, she still didn’t let go of him and hugged him back. His usually cold skin felt so warm now, so different. Maybe that was the way in which angels let out their pain. She patted his back carefully, running her hand down his back. After all, how could she console an angel? They were supposed to be perfect and beautiful, they weren’s supposed to cry.
After a while of embracing him tightly, she felt how his sobs wre ceasing and he was starting to let go. But deep inside of her she didn’t want him to let go for the knew that he might never do that again. Her heart began beating faster than even when he started to let go and ran his hands all the way through her arm until he reached her hand. He looked so broken and beaten, as if his wings had been cut away. And his music, it was just as if hs music had stopped playing. She couldn’t bear it, and he knew it; he knew well that if he cried it was very likely that she cried too. But letting her tears out were not going to help, so she ought them back even when it hurt more than if she did let them run.
Very slowly, he let go of her hands and she felt as if she was going to die. His touch had felt so soothing and relaxing, and all of a sudden it was gone. He was walking away from her, but before he could take the third step he fell to the bench that was in the way and sank his head on his hands. Oh, he was going to kill her with such pain that his face showed! How was she supposed to handle such pressure. In one moment, she wanted to take away all his pain and make it live in her since she was so used to pain. It didn’t really matter if she felt pain, she even liked pain but seen him suffer like that was like being shattered, broken to pieces. So she went to sit by his side and looked at him with compassion.
Almost apprehensively and unsure, she touched his face with the back of her hand and wiped away this small silver tear that ran through his face. The tear felt warm, well, it was an angel’s tear. What else could she expect. But as weird as it seemed to her, very slowly he laid his head on her lap. Now that was surely heaven, maybe more than heaven. Her angel, her beloved angel was with her asking for her tenderness. And she had to accept she was weak enough to resist such temptation of caressing his beautiful perfection. So she softly placed her hand on his hair and caressed it softly, threading her fingers in it, touching it with care.
“Why are you crying” She asked all of a sudden. That was definitely not the moment for one of her rants but the words rushed out of her.
“I don’t know” He said with his velvet like voice, so soft and soothing.
“Maybe because you liked it” It was definitely a possibility but she was not going to make him accept that.
“I did not” He said softly, grimacing a little at the thought of humanity. Maybe it was true, humanity was definitely not made for such beings as were angels.
“Don’t cry then” she tried to sound convincing, calm, trying to sound calm but very deep inside she was broken as much as he was just by the sight of his silver tears.
It was then that it her. He was angel, her angel, he had been there everytime she cried and every time she laughed. He was the reason her nightmares were turned into dreams. But after all this time she never realized that her perfect angel needed his very own angel. And in that moment, she was being his angel.\
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This is a very short piece and believe it or not, it was a dream I had. So rip it apart.
In the following sentence, "fate" must be capitalized. 
As "fate" is being used as a proper noun kind of thing, I'd recommend capitalizing it. 
What was breaking her to pieces? 
