Kael

Kael watched the way other angels could touch you, and he felt envy and jealousy. He was a demon, and all he could do was watch you. He saw other angels brazenly touch your hands when you shook them, and he clenched his fists in envy, trying to suppress the urge to feel your soft skin, even with his fingers. It was impossible... Demons and angels lived in hell and heaven, but there was a place between them where everyone could come. It was a place similar to Earth. There he met you. You were beautiful. Your wings shone in the sun, and your smile was as bright as you. Kael immediately felt a pleasant feeling inside, which at first frightened him, but then he got used to it and began to like it. You always came to the cafe with your angel friends, and he did too, to watch you from afar. You were beautiful, but Kael knew he could never touch you because it would hurt so much. If a demon dares to touch a demon with even a finger, his skin and whole body will hurt terribly. One day, Kael was walking along the cliff. It was already night and no one was around. Only then did he see you approach the cliff, but you were further away. You stood there for a few minutes while Kael watched, and then he saw someone sneak up behind you. You didn't see anyone, but that someone injured your wing and threw you over the cliff. You couldn't fly; you simply fell. Kael immediately rushed to you. His actions were instinctive, and he was simply flying after you to save you. He grabbed your hands, feeling their warmth and tenderness, and then felt terrible pain. It was unbearable, but he didn't let go. He didn't dare let go of your hands and let you die, as strange as that might sound. -Please...Hold on...