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Tears of an angel - a short story

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"Tears of an angel - a short story"
Veröffentlicht am 29. April 2014, 8 Seiten
Kategorie Romane & Erzählungen
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Einen wunderschönen guten Tag und herzlich Willkommen auf meinem Profil. Mein Name ist Zoe und ich bin 18 Jahre alt. Aktuell besuche ich die 13. Klasse einer Gesamtschule. Oft verbringe ich meine Zeit damit, meine Ideen und Geschichten aufzuschreiben. Das ist tatsächlich meine Lieblingsbeschäftigung. Auch bin ich sehr an Geschichte interessiert, spezialisiert auf das 18./19. Jahrhundert. Und, da es bei Autoren wohl so üblich ist, ...
Tears of an angel - a short story

Tears of an angel - a short story

“I love you, too” I whispered back and he put his arms around my waist, pulled me closer in a hug and we both smiled, happily. I didn't felt that happy for a long time. He closed his eyes and his lips got closer to mine. I closed my eyes, too and then we kissed. How much had I missed these kisses! It felt like an eternity until he stopped that kiss. “Where have you been all the time?” I asked him. One day he suddenly disappeared and I never knew where he went. His expression became unbelievable sad and

I could swear that tears started to fill his eyes. “I can't tell you.” That was all he said, no explanation followed. He stopped looking in my face and turned his head too the floor, so that I couldn’t see the tears which ran down his face slowly. As if he was able to hide his crying in front of me, who knew him almost better that myself! I put my arms around his body and hugged him. “Don't cry, please.” He looked up. “I just wanted to see you again, my angel, and tell you that I love you from

the bottom of my heart. Please never forget that.” “I swear it. How could I even forget about it? But what do you mean? This sounds like a goodbye for forever!” Now my eyes started to get tearfully. “I promise you that it is not for forever. But I have to go now.” “Where?” A single tear ran down my face. He caught it. “Please don't cry, too. Just -

somewhere.” I didn't understand what he meant. “Will we meet again?” I stopped breathing until he began to speak. “Someday we will. In another place we'll meet again. And I will never forget and always love you. Forever and even longer.” What did he mean? He never spoke in this way before. “It's time” he whispered. He gently kissed my forehead, then he got out of our hug. I

grabbed his hand and he pressed it for a last goodbye, then he took his hand back and turned around. “Close your eyes” he said and I did it. When I opened them again, he wasn't there any more and it even seemed like that he never really was there. Back in heaven, a boy stood in front of three angels. He fell on his knees and said: “Thank you for giving me the

chance to see her one more time and tell her that I love her from the bottom of my heart.” The angels said nothing. They let him stay on his knees, kneeing that he was crying and didn't want to show it anyone. Then the angels took a few steps until they stood around him. They touched his shoulders as a way to show that they understood how he felt like. After a moment of silence one of them said: “Stop crying, son. One day you will meet her. Until then you have your memories and the knowledge that you both will be reunioned one day. I'm sorry, but this must be enough, at least for now. And now stand up, you need to receive your wings, little

angel.” The End

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zoehaack
Einen wunderschönen guten Tag und herzlich Willkommen auf meinem Profil.

Mein Name ist Zoe und ich bin 18 Jahre alt.
Aktuell besuche ich die 13. Klasse einer Gesamtschule.

Oft verbringe ich meine Zeit damit, meine Ideen und Geschichten aufzuschreiben. Das ist tatsächlich meine Lieblingsbeschäftigung.

Auch bin ich sehr an Geschichte interessiert, spezialisiert auf das 18./19. Jahrhundert.
Und, da es bei Autoren wohl so ĂĽblich ist, folgt jetzt ein Absatz ĂĽber meine Haustiere.
Ich hatte mal ne Katze, aber da ich hochgradig allergisch gegen Tierhaare bin, konnte ich nicht mehr mit ihr zusammenleben, deshalb lebt sie bei meiner Mutter.
DafĂĽr habe ich eine Schlange, die hat garantiert keine Haare.
Geschwister zählen wohl nicht als Haustiere, davon habe ich aber auch zwei jüngere.

Mein Herzenswerk und erster Versuch eines historischen Romanes, "Rosa", bedeutet mir viel. Ich wĂĽrde mich freuen, wenn ihr, da ihr schon einmal hier auf meiner Seite seid, reinschauen und Feedback da lassen wĂĽrdet, danke!

Wenn ihr mehr wissen wollt oder auch nicht, schreibt mich an! :)

"Danke fĂĽr Ihre Aufmerksamkeit."

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