He never listened. He hears, but he never listened to her. She wails and weeps, and pleads but he does nothing.
The first time they met was eons and thousands of centuries ago, in the beginning of time when Earth isn’t yet, and when their wings immortal still reflect the brilliant pureness of their souls.
But things soon changed, when Earth and Man are created.
One-third of them fell. All with different yet mostly shared reasons. Some fell due to pride, others with growing greed in their souls, several fell due to corporeal lust, some with the passion to rule and know more, and a select few to have earthly wisdom and experiences like that of Man.
She was one of them.
But unlike the others, she was the only one who fall for this reason: she falls in the idea of love, an all-consuming burning earthly love.
“Let a man love me.” Her wish had damned her.
And so all of them were cast out of Heaven, and was hurled down to the Earth. She was the last one to be thrown out.
He was the judge at that time, the appointed executor of the judgments among their kind.
She was at her knees while he was standing behind her, reading her sentence. His voice was cold, impassioned, and almost cruel.
As he was reading, the ground started shaking, and for a moment, she feared not for her soul but for the safety of this place she considered Home.
With one last look, she pleaded to him even if she knew that he couldn’t possibly do anything to change her punishment. Yet still, with a soul that starting to become more human than a being with wings, she hoped. She hoped that he would at least look at her with pity or sorrow for her plight.
But her eyes were met with a cold chilling stare. The ground beneath her collapsed and she fell.
She fell with a half-cry of his name in her mouth.
Fast forward a million and thousands of thousands of years, they met again.
She is a human now, or so she thinks. With no recollection of whatsoever of the past, and with a soul that must be so stubborn that she made the same mistake again.
This time, she wished the opposite wish of what she desired before.
“Let an angel love me.”
What a stubborn soul. He said. It took me forever to make the tides turn and make her first wish come true.
So he never listened. He hears, but he never listened to her. She wails and weeps, and pleads but he does nothing.
He would not let her fall without catching her this time.
And this is true: he loves her, with an all-consuming burning earthly love.