Heaven's Precious Gift

When I was a little boy, I heard a story about angels. I thought the idea was a wonderful concept, but never completely believed in them until now. Now, I know they're real because there's an angel here in my bed. The books say angels are beautiful, but I had no idea how beautiful until I saw him. He wasn't my first, though I will soon be his. 

He was there to cheer me up when I was at my lowest. He helped me get through the war, even though it scared me and took away my family. When my first love died a week after the war, in a trapeze accident, he was there to comfort me. I think Trowa smiled down upon us when my angel first hugged me. 

I look over at the angel lying there, his hair loose about him, looking so serene and so perfect. Then I kiss him and lay beside him, thanking Heaven for the precious gift it has given me.

-----Owari-----