"I’m off, Angel. Don’t come look for me!," I heard Tessie shout and then I heard the door slam shut.
Did I do something wrong? Why did she leave in a hurry, and why did she tell me to not look for her? I sat down at the table and nibbled lightly on a sandwich. I smiled when I noticed she had eaten almost all of the sandwiches. She really loved eating those. Without her here, the sandwiches tasted bland. I left them there and went outside. I walked towards the school we were attending this time and hoped I’d see her there.
But alas, I didn’t. She didn’t attend that day, or that week. Or the next. Weeks turned into months and I was feeling really down. I had accustomed to her being there and now it felt like something was missing from my life.
I went through the days without paying much attention to anything or anyone. Everything felt gray, and bland and tasteless. I found myself leaning on walls and just staring at ceilings and into the distance, thinking about her - more than a few dozen times.
I set my self to observation mode and just looked at people. I sat at a ledge of a bus stop for three weeks straight. I didn’t even notice how the time flew by. I didn’t know I didn’t have to eat, but there you go. Apparently I could tap into my "Angelic Powers" and get sustenance from it, but it wasn’t living. It was existing. I did not enjoy a single moment during those months.
Thymiel themselves visited me once and asked how my progress went. I reported to them in a monotone voice what I had found about humanity, but left everything about Tessie out of it. Thymiel was pleased and congratulated me for progressing fast. I didn’t know I had progressed that much at all, but they seemed to be happy about it.
They seemed to draw my attention to every part of humanity that I disliked. I felt slightly icky about it, like I was being lead to a pretty room and told that I should hate it. I wished Tessie was here, she’d tell Thymiel to.. to.. go suck a tree or something. I was really bad with intimidation and being impolite.
Thymiel went back and left me with an additional mission: to find "The Place Where Demons Are Born." I didn’t know anything about it and thought I’d ask Tessie, but then I remembered that she was gone.
I sat down and cried. It was a weird thing for an Angel to do, but I cried over the loss of a friendship with a Demon. My mind wanted to remind me that it was perhaps not just friendship, and I had to admit it. Somewhere, deep inside my heart, I admitted that it was not just friendship I wanted from her. It was something more.
But she was not here. I wondered where she went? Was she on Earth at all? Maybe she went back to Hell? Did she forget about me? Did she leave because she didn’t want to be with me? Did she leave because she found out I… that I wanted something more from her? I buried my face in my hands and cried some more.
After a couple of days or weeks - I didn’t really know how long - I decided that enough was enough and even though she told me not to, I’d go and look for her. I didn’t know where she lived, only the approximate neighborhood where the building was where she lived.
I had no idea where to look for, or even what to do if I found her. If I found her and she told me to leave… I was not sure how I could deal with something like that. I shuddered at the thought that she’d hate me now. I steeled myself and started walking to that direction.
It took me a long time to ever arrive at the area she told me she lived in. I momentarily thought that she might have lied and I actually did not have a clue where I was, nor where she lived, but I dismissed that thought quickly. She had never lied to me. Not on things that mattered. Of course she had made stupid white lies and lied about things she had done and others like that. But on things that really mattered? No. Demon or no, Tessie had never lied to me.
I stopped in front of a large building and took a deep breath. So. How would I go about this? Would I be able to sense her? I was familiar with her… presence, for lack of a better word, and would be able to tell if any Demonic energy would be hers or no. I was fairly certain I could pinpoint her in a group of hundreds demons.
I wondered what name she was registered under, wherever she lived. At my building, I was registered as a company, "Heaven, Inc." which was so true and stupid at the same time. They really don’t have imagination up there.
Because I didn’t have anything else planned, I decided to go and read through the names in the big apartment buildings and see if anything would pop up. After three hours and so, so, SO many names; I had found three that were enough suspicious that I felt I could inspect some more. "D. Emon," "H.E, llc," and "Theresa Brimstone." I admit the last one was quite of a stretch, but… Tessie.
I walked to the first building and went to the reception. There was an older man sitting there, reading a newspaper. I cleared my throat. "Excuse me, sir," I asked, maybe a bit more awkwardly that I had meant to do. "Could I talk to miss D. Emon, in apartment D602?"
He looked at me like I had grown three legs and turned purple. "Lass," he said with a grin on his face. "That has not been possible for fifty years, at least. And I go by ‘Mr.’ now, in case it wasn’t apparent." I blinked one too many times and must have looked so confused. "I’m Emon," he said. "Dennis Emon, at your service, what would you like to talk about?"
As I run out of the building five minutes later after apologizing profusely, I had a slight idea what ‘being so embarrassed you’d rather get swallowed by the Earth’ meant. I must’ve been so red you’d mistake me as a Demon. Oh heavens.
I needed to come up with another plan. I could not do this again. If I had wings that actually worked, I could just fly up and peek through the windows, but that would not work now. I leaned on the building wall and thought hard about my options, when my mind picked up a familiar feeling. Tessie. She was somewhere near. Above.
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