Page 133 of How Not to Date an Angel

There was no Rami to scold him. Not upstairs.

Not in the bathroom, not in the bedroom. Not hidden in the closet.

He raced back downstairs, and rechecked the office just for fun before he let his worry run rampant.

The car.

Julian sprinted to the door and threw it open before running along the little path hidden by hedges to the short driveway.

The car was there, sitting still. No angel inside.

So where the fuck were they?

Julian ran a hand through his hair, his breath sharp.

They wouldn’t leave just like that, would they? They hadn’t collected all those books overnight. They wouldn’t leaveeverythingbehind. All the books and their little bath necessities, and their stupid comfy chair.

Maybe… maybe the angel went for an emergency pastry run.

Yes, that seemed like something they’d do.

Gulping in air like he’d run a marathon, Julian followed the path back to the door and pulled it shut before sitting down on the front step.

The least he could do was not break and enter.

He’d just… wait.

Right here.

Rami would be back soon.

There was no other option.

Rami

One moment, Rami was on their yellow couch, contemplating the life they’d led to end up in that very spot, anger and unfairness still raging through them in Julian’s absence.

The next, they blinked and found themself in a place they hadn’t returned to in a very long time.

“Heaven,” Rami breathed.

As with all angels in Heaven, Rami’s wings were out and instinctively adjusted to balance them as they caught their bearings. They splayed their hand out before them, feeling nostalgic at the silver shine to their skin under the light of Heaven.

“Welcome back,” a voice said, and Rami spun.

“Hello,” Rami said, a little wary of the other angel, Raguel. Their halo shone quite a bit brighter than most, like with all angels of thecouncil, and Rami gulped before their gaze trailed to their surroundings.

Heaven was still as they remembered, green and untouched by human pollution, beautiful and natural, as it should be. Peaceful, quiet.

“Wow,” they said, taking it in.

Rami felt their anger fade just at the peace of it all. They’d forgotten how pure and wonderful it was here.

That’s what happened when one spent most of their existence on Earth with humans, they supposed.

“It has been a while, hasn’t it, Rami?” the other angel asked.

“Indeed, Raguel,” they agreed, and finally turned their attention to them. They were dressed in loose-fitting clothes of many colors, none of them matching. It made Rami smile.

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