On The Wings of Angels - A Short Story
Robert seemed to contemplate her words and Celeste could see him giving in.
"Come with me, Robert." She took his hand and led him away from the windowsill and into the empty classroom. "I'll help you, but first you must choose to live yourself. If you're not on the front lawn in ten minutes, then I'll leave and never bother you again. But if you are, then we get can through this together, OK?"
Robert nodded and Celeste smiled. Leaving him a lone, she reached the soft grassy knoll outside the school and waited. This was the part she hated most -- the difference between life and death.
Ten minutes passed and Celeste grew anxious. Her hearat beat wildly and her stomach twisted itself into nervous knots.
Then, slowly, Robert walked out and met her, tears streaming down his face. Half an hour later, Celeste left Robert with his family and went to stand behind one of the school buildings. No one noticed her going, just as no one had noticed her come. Only Robert could see her, as he was the one she had been assigned to save.
Laughing softly to herself, Celeste disappeared into the night, just as the bell on the clock tower struck twelve. Halfway up to heaven, she remembered the old saying, "Every time a bell rings, another angel gets its wings", and she wondered which of her friends would be next.
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