I saw her sitting in the middle of the crowd. The world was rushing past her as though she was timeless. She had her knees pulled into herself in an attempt to be unseen, but she stood out. Looking weak and fragile she wore a face of sadness. She was beautiful yet so hidden in her anguish it broke my heart.

I was surprised a girl I had never met could twist my feelings in ways I had never felt, and a human at that. My world seemingly stopped the moment I laid eyes upon her. I had an urge to panic at these unknown emotions that burned into me but I was enjoying the flame that blazed within my hollow chest. I felt whole as it warmed my icy body.

My legs ached as they fought me to run and embrace her in my arms and tell her she was safe and protected. My arms twitched in anticipation of her warm pleading body. I had my eyes glued to her unblinking and unable to rip my stare from her.

Mind screaming at me to know why her eyes held such despondency I was dragged into a spiral of confusion. How could an angel feel so? How could such a beautiful girl feel unloved? Why was I holding myself back? I shook my head to try to clear it but to no avail. She filled my jumbled thoughts.

My angel stood then her long hair like a veil hiding her glorious face. She walked swiftly from me into the passing crowd. And it was like she took my heart with her beckoning me to go with her but I stood strong. All I could do is watch empty at the group of people that she had been lost in.

I wished with my entire being that I would be able to she that angel again and stood like a statue as the world swirled around me.