"I exist outside of mornings, Tristan."
She was the one who made that quip.
Those were her words.
Yet, she couldn't help but wonder if they were breaking some kind of spell where they could only see each other just after the sun rises. Perhaps angels could only appear in the soft pink and baby blue light of dawn, and any additional time was too dark and too bold to appear. She felt nervous as she looked down at her empty cup, which held a latte mixed with whiskey, a morning energy boost combined with liquid courage. Her eyes shifted over to her phone, staring at the screen. The bright glare of the sun made it hard to see, but she kept tilting up with a finger before setting it down, again and again. She lost count of the number of times she looked.
11:28 am.
She looked back at her unfortunately barren mug and told herself that it must be the near afternoon heat that caused beads of sweat to drip down from her forehead. Her throat must be dry because it was hot, not the fact that she had been sitting here, staring at her phone for the past 20 minutes.
It's definitely not because she dodged questions about her whereabouts and canceled afternoon meetings to make it to this lunch date.
She ignored the various texts that kept popping up, with increasing insistence.
Definitely not because her heart was pounding, and she had feared that perhaps whatever spell brought her angel into life was surely broken now.
Maybe HE did not exist outside of the mornings.
No, of course not.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" She whispered to herself, her brow furrowed. She was excited, giddy, and paranoid all at once, little butterflies bouncing fluttering around in her stomach as her heart pounded. She tilted the phone up again, gazing at the time as she bit her lip.
11:29 am.
"This is stupid." She murmured to herself. He wouldn't disappoint her; no one disappoints her. Whoever dares ends up dead, typically by her own hand. It felt so wrong not to see him waiting for her in that very chair, smiling at her from across the table. He either made her blush with a flirtatious quip or laugh because of some snarky response she gave him. She smiled to herself, calming down, thinking of him before panic struck her again. What time was it? Still, her finger tilted the screen up.
11:31 am.
He's not here yet.
It's 11:31.
Where the fuck was he?
…
Oh god, he doesn't exist. He's not here! Something happened. Maybe angels don't survive past the dawn light.
Except that's idiotic.
He must have stood her up.
That was a mistake.
How dare he fucking humiliate her like this! Well, that's it.
She's going to kill him.
She's going to choke him until those perfect eyes fade into darkness, his pink lips taking a hue of blue.
She's going to kill him.
Slam his head into the ground until, breaking open his skull until all of his secrets spilled out until that beautiful face of his was nothing but a shattered pulp.
She's going to kill him.
She's going to KILL him.
She's going to-
"Afternoon, beautiful."
She nearly squeaked at that voice, her finger letting her phone drop back onto the table as she was startled from her graphically murderous thoughts.
In fact, those thoughts instantly locked themselves away, inside one of the many dark corners of her mind, not too far away.
She coughed, trying to compose herself, readying some smart ass quip about him being late. Having thought of one perfect for him, she lifted her head up and parted her lips, only to find herself staring into beautiful sea depths. A little bit of sun reflecting on the current of his eyes. She was silent for a moment, the concept of words somewhat challenging to grasp before she smirked, "I think that's my line, Tristan."
Okay, so not the biting comment she was planning. However, it was worth seeing that soft dusting of pink over Tristan's' porcelain face. He lifted a hand to scratch at his left cheek as his other arm pulled the sizeable woven basket he was holding closer to him, "I was right. It's contagious. Soon I'll become speechless."
She chuckled, setting her phone back into her purse, taking a deep breath as she felt her fears and paranoia fade away.
He was here.
Right beside her.
Where he belonged.
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