Christian Gentry

His Angel

Her eyes were the color of the sky on a warm summer day. Her smile was the one thing that kept his anger at bay. She was something special, maybe even unreal. She had a heart more powerful than a thousand strikes of lightening. She made sure he felt peace and harmony at all times. She was his treasure. She found him during his darkest days and brought him to the light. It was hard. It was a struggle. Through it all, she stood by his side and made him acknowledge she was there for the long run. His addiction had him trapped in a whirlpool of misery and pain. He had lost everything, everyone. She stood by his side when everyone begged her to leave him alone. She endured pain, cried more than she ever had before him. Wanting to give up, she kept pushing and marched on. Aside from laying with him while he was going through his withdrawals, she talked him through it, holding him when he was begging to die. Trying to make it better. There were times she wanted to leave, but her love for him was stronger than whatever other emotions were going through her. She knew she could help him. She knew she could heal him. She knew she could take the devil's temptations away. Scare them away, maybe?