I watched as you fell, like an angel from the sky. The clouds wisped around you, forming your wings. Your hair, acted upon by gravity, whipped around you like a halo. You fell with a grace I didn't know you had. An angel's grace.

I watched as you crashed down, forming a crating next to the one you had been fighting. The tremor ripped through the land, many had to fight to stay upright. We all looked onto you, many through wonder, some from relief, little through pain.

I cried when I saw you. The blood poured out of you, staining your clothes. Your breath, ragged and heavy, fading slowly. The looked of desperateness on your face as you clung onto life by the tips of your fingernails.

I heard others around me, step up to see their fallen hero. The android that had given his life to save others. They gazed in wonder at you, like they had never seen a person before. Perhaps hadn't. Not a person like you at least.

"I love you" I looked down onto your face, amazed to hear myself speak. My hand cupped your face, wiping away the dirt and grime that had gathered there. I expected you to speak back, to repeat what I had whispered, but you were concentrating on staying alive.

I cradled you in my arms; your hair pooled over my arms in black waves, your eyes stared at me with darkened anguish. Your breath tickled my face, as it formed misty clouds from the cold. I whispered a pray to the gods, to keep you alive until help had arrive.

But the god had turned their backs on us. You were not meant to stay with me. Not in this world at least. For your eyes lids closed slowly, your eyes rolled back and your head lulled against my chest. The breathing had stop, and when I pressed my ear to your chest, I heard no beat. I felt the warmth being sucked out of you, as your lips turned blue and your skin, cold.

For a while, people felt like they couldn't go on without you. Your presence was missed; your voice, your heroism, your laugh...everything. Not a person that you had touched missed you. But none as much as I. The pain I felt after you'd left, my head, throbbing from the questions you left unanswered. My heart left sore from no reply on your feelings.

For days I moped, pining for you to return. Your touch on my skin, you hands in my hair, your lips on my own...I missed it all. But you didn't return to me. And it hurt. Everyday it hurts.

But as each day goes by, I still feel your presence. A whisper through the wind, a picture in a cloud, a song through the air. All a message from you; my angel from above.