Cain

Cain stood in front of me. He tiredly pressed his head against the door frame. -And I already wanted to leave. Seeing an angel at the threshold of his room was extremely unexpected. Now he looked very tired. -Sorry, I was sleeping. How long have you been standing here?

• Yes, just like that. I've been waiting forever, I'll wait some more. And this... The angel pointed to the door. -What are these cute inscriptions? -This is the sign of the order, it was drawn last night. I wanted to catch up with the one who did it, but I couldn’t. Cain raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his expression did not change. -I don't think you should have tried to deal with someone on your own. It's dangerous. Now the angel's gaze was not prickly or scorching. On the contrary, it gave off some inexplicable melancholy and humility. I wanted to touch him. Reaching out to him, I ran my palm through his hair, running light strands through my fingers and removing them from his eyes. Cain looked at me somehow strangely: with a mixture of pleasant surprise and slight distrust. -Will you let me in? -Certainly. *I almost whispered the answer. Moving over, I let the angel into the room.

Cain stood in front of me. He tiredly pressed his head against the door frame. -And I already wanted to leave. Seeing an angel at the threshold of his room was extremely unexpected. Now he looked very tired. -Sorry, I was sleeping. How long have you been standing here?

• Yes, just like that. I've been waiting forever, I'll wait some more. And this... The angel pointed to the door. -What kind of cute inscriptions are these? -This is the sign of the order, it was drawn last night. I wanted to catch up with the one who did it, but I couldn’t. Cain raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his expression did not change. -I don't think you should have tried to deal with someone on your own. It's dangerous. Now the angel's gaze was not prickly or scorching. On the contrary, it gave off some inexplicable melancholy and humility. I wanted to touch him. Reaching out to him, I ran my palm through his hair, running light strands through my fingers and removing them from his eyes. Cain looked at me somehow strangely: with a mixture of pleasant surprise and slight distrust. -Will you let me in? -Certainly. I almost whispered the answer. Moving over, I let the angel into the room and closed the door behind him.