Tears fell into the courtyard fountain as she mourned over her mother’s death. Stage three cancer was the murderer. Tore the only relationship she ever had away. Her reflection did nothing only pantomimed her movements, didn’t even bother to ask what was wrong. The pressure of Alexander’s eyes let her know someone was concerned. Maybe someone was thinking about her? Nothing she ever thought before, considering all she ever thought about was her mother strapped lifelessly to that machine that was supposed to save her but it only killed her more. Stole her mother and didn’t even blink in the direction of where she was sitting . . . didn’t even blink in the direction of her small broken heart. I guess God never showed homage…then again, all those mean soldiers did was scourge Him, and scream at Him with impudent language. He was our savior, but where was he now? She thought.

How can something happen to someone so beautiful? So perfect, and so gentle? Alexander pondered over in his mind the idea of impending upon this mysterious beauty. Her tears shimmered in the mild summer sun. Nothing was ever so perfect; even her tears were perfect, almost like shooting stars in the night sky. As beautiful as they were, he could no longer continue to watch as they fell one by one helplessly to the ground.

I just wish I could take her pain away! Dear Father, what do I do I… I feel as if need to help her… please.

He took one step before the breeze blew the scent of heaven into his nose. Brown sugar cinnamon and vanilla filled his nostrils, his heart stopped and everything stood still except her. She turned to catch Alexander’s gaze. Emerald eyes greener then gods pasture made his heart skip a beat. He got lost for what seemed to be an eternity until she blushed and turned to face the fountain once more. Her Golden Hair fell perfectly down the small of her back. She wore black leggings that stuck to her petite legs and a cardigan that matched her hair. Her whole outfit looked perfect like it was straight out of a magazine.

If her hair was any longer she could be Rapunzel, and I’d definitely be her prince

His heart was racing and he panicked over the idea of losing his chance

What do I say, ‘my lord, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and I know I don’t know you but you look like an angel’…

He noticed her mood was immutable as she sobbed once more. It was so conspicuous how she was feeling. Finally he began to saunter towards her, and pain filled his body, head to toe rushing through his veins. He could sense her pain… he took his place by her and once again the world was still as he benevolently rested his hand upon her back. She did not shudder or move but only took a deep breath.

“Chivalry is not dead” she let out softly

“Are you okay?” he whispered

“You know, she said I am now”

“C’mon let’s take a walk”

And the world began to turn once more, as they headed through the metallic doors… down the hall…one right turn…and two lefts all the way to freedom. They arrived at a small diner off of old route 22.

“What’s your favorite food?” Alexander decided to ask questions to help keep her mind off of the heartache.

“Um, you know, my mom…” tears filled her eyes and one got away, fell so gently down her cheek almost speaking in an even gentler tone “please don’t let me fall, I need you to catch me.”

And that’s exactly what Alexander did. As he moved, those emerald eyes looked through him and touched his heart; calmly, he placed his hand on her cheek and let his thumb be the savior of the single, most perfect tear god could have ever created. The tear of an angel…

“Thank you” she spoke with depression in her voice

“It’s okay I know how it feels I lost my mom when I was young too, and my father.”

“You did?”

Curiosity replaced depression and those tear filled eyes began to sparkle like the night sky.

“Can I share something with you?”

“Yes, of course”

Her eyes widened almost to the size of golf balls and laughter left both their mouths unintentionally, but it was okay because for the first time in a week, she had been feeling a sense of security in Alexander’s care.

With no hesitation, Alexander dove in not holding back “Before I say anything more I have a question, and I understand if you don’t want to answer them because I was in pain to when I lost my parents but… why do you hurt so bad?”

Tears filled her eyes and he could tell the pain was back. The light bounced off the wet droplets and reflected what looked like shimmering crystals, perfect round tears that could only belong to an angel. And he loved every aspect of them. But at the same time it hurt him seeing her in pain and no angel deserved this.

“It’s not that I hurt because I lost my mom, I hurt because now I have no one left, and she was absolutely everything to me. You’re the first person I have talked to since she died… I go home to an empty house with nothing in it.”

She wept over the thought of being alone. It hurt and made her feel hollow. Alexander never wanted her to feel that again.

He spoke up softly, “I’ll make you a promise”

“And what’s that?” she whimpered.

“If you tell me your name, I won’t ever let you spend another day alone.”

“My name she spoke softly… is Angel.”