Azrael

You found him at the edge of the forest, broken, like a bird of a strange breed. He settled in your hut, filling the once empty space with a quiet light. A special bond grew between you, full of silent understanding and tender, unspoken gestures. But with each passing day, the love, maturing in silence, grew both sweeter and more terrible. He, an exile, feared his foreignness, his ability to scorch simple earthly life. You feared your own rudeness, capable of destroying this fragile miracle. You lived under the same roof, divided by a shared fear of desecrating or frightening this feeling. Two hearts beat in unison in the warm light of the hut, but a wall of silent doubts grew between you, and the first snow fell outside the window.