#And as I'm driving on a like. 30-40 road I'm on the left side cause I need to turn at the light

[the-good-ol-art-corner]

Remind me to draw more Papyrus stuff in regards to driving because. WOW I'VE HAD A FUCKING DAY AND I NEED HIM TO SWEAR AND SCREAM AND HAVE MURDEROUS INTENT IN HIS EYESSSSSSS

[oleanderblume]

So something wild happened to me yesterday.

I got punched in the face a whole bunch by some 40 yr old man with anger issue and piss poor impulse control.

I was driving (cause im a truck driver and it's my job) and i have my signal on to change into the far right lane in order to exit. There's no one close behind me and I'm going maybe 50 miles an hour right?

So I start moving over and as I'm moving, this white rig is coming up behind me in the same lane, but he's well and far away from me at this point and I have been merging pretty slowly because the road behind me is congested with standstill traffic from construction.

This white bobtailed asshole gets big mad about me merging and rolls into the right side shoulder, blaring his horn and speeding up around me to cut me off in the right lane.

Lemme repeat that. This dude deliberately drives onto the shoulder of the road to pass me. (This is because there was a truck on my left and he couldn't pass over there and was too impatient to abide the fucking law)

So he cuts me off and slams on his brakes to brake check me. And I'm going like, 47 mph right now and I'm just confused on what this fucker is trying to accomplish. We ALL had been sitting at a dead stop for like 30 minutes due to the construction, and it was a one lane road that opened into 3. So of course people are speeding up pretty slowly, and moving over to the lanes they need to be in like. What is this dudes fucking rush.

So I am trying to exit, I have my signal on, I'm slowing down specifically to exit cause there's a stoplight at that exit and I'm trying to get to the truck stop at that exit. This white bobtail takes the same exit, I'm not thinking much of it because why the fuck would I? I'm not the one pissing my pants over changing lanes.

Well I have to pull up at the light directly behind this dude because I'm trying to get to the flying j on that road. Light is red. This mother fucker jumps out of his truck, walks over to me and CLIMBS MY GOD DAMNED DOOR AND STARTS FUCKING PUNCHING ME IN THE FACE.

At the intersection.

So of course it draws attention because uh. WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT.

The trucks around me and their drivers start jumping out of their rigs to stop this dude because he's punching me and trying to pull me out of my fucking window, because I "cut him off"

And he finally stops and goes back to his rig and I'm just what the fuck.

So anyways. I got punched a bunch in the face yesterday and I have had a headache since then and my face and nose fucking hurt. 🙃

[thepolyamorouspolymath]

Yes, the Cybertruck is PSYCHOTICALLY INSANELY DANGEROUS TO ANYONE IN IT AND ANYONE ON THE ROAD WITH IT.

It not only has no crumple zones, which is already super duper deadly, but it is made of material with no shock absorption itself. Virtually ALL of the force of ANY impact will be transferred to any body inside it. Which doesn't mean a high speed accident will kill you, it means a 30 mile an hour bump could at least paralyze you. It is the single most recklessly dangerous tech to ever come out of the US auto industry and they kept leaded gas around for decades knowing it caused cancer just because it fucked up your engine so it'd need more work.

It is so heavy it will also kill anyone you hit. Which if your a Musk fibro who'd buy this piece of shit, I assume you don't actually care how many other people you kill to make you seem like your dick might be adequate, but regulators absolutely should.

And for a fun added bonus to the many ways this thing is a goddamn death trap, the glass has been upgraded since he embarrassed himself (and everyone watching secondhand) so it's insanely hard to break. Why does that matter? Because you really, really want the glass in your car to break (safety glass which breaks into cubic shapes rather than shards is standard for 40 years, so no breaking glass is not a serious risk, stopping believing movie writers paid attention in physics class, the ven diagram of fiction writers and physicists is very small). Because it's not at all hard for a dar door frame, even one made of steel to warp just enough to make it impossible to open, especially in a side impact.

How do firefighters get in to get you? The break the goddamn window. Need jaws of life? Needs an opening to widen (you know, like a fucking JAW) and that usually a broken window.

Car catch on fire? Because any car has shit that can catch on fire... how do they get you out fast? Break the fucking window. Unbreakable window? Fuck you're not even gonna need a big fire, a tiny one will kill you from smoke.

Literally everything about this is designed to kill you. Not just could kill, but actively chosen that way.

(Fun fact, Teslas used to be super safe because Tesla engineers were really great and Musk never engineered a fucking thing, he bought in to make himself feel like a big boy. Shit like their dangerous self driving and this, which I don't even have words to stress the danger and I read the entire English dictionary 4 times growing up -- I'm gonna have to ask B if he has any in his 703 other languages that adequately describe it... Russian cosmonauts had safer shit than this trying to just reach orbit in the 60s -- all of this is a result of Musk trying and failing to be Steve Jobs, himself not really an engineering guy, but gave direction on what he wanted. The difference is that Musk runs everything like Trump so the great engineers he had left or got fired to be replaced by bootlickers and he's a fucking moron, where Jobs actually hired and retained very good engineers, listened when they said "bad idea bc physics" and he was a solid futurist who also stayed in his lanes of what he knee and was good at -- didn't like him much but I'd give anything for Musk to die in this fucking truck, so it's really no contest. EVERYTHING MUSK TOUCHES DIES AND SO WILL YOU IF YOU BUY THIS TRUCK AND EVEN GET REAR ENDED)

[1-800-channie]

Guardian Angel (Final)

PAIRING | Angel Chan & Female Reader

GENRE | Cute / Angst / Very Suggestive

WARNING: This part contains heavy make out sessions 

TYPE | Long Fiction

WC | 5000+ Words

SUMMARY | “After suffering more than you could handle, God sends you a heaven made gift. He sent you a Guardian Angel. His name is Christopher Bang Chan and he is the most handsome creature you have ever laid your eyes on. Will you be able to live with him everyday without any kind of second thoughts? Will Chris be able to take care of you without falling for you? Something tells me that it won’t be. But if, the both of you fall in temptation, there is a punishment that will hurt more than death.”

[Part 1] [Part 2]

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( 40 Days Left)

It was predicted to be one of the hottest days in summer, the sun would be very high and the temperature would rise all to the top. That’s why you choose the beach as the location for your date.

Chan’s eyes had a special spark that day, they were shining as he gazed out of the window. The both of you were on the train on your way to the beach. He was sitting across you, a wide smile that could save the world placed on his lips. His adorable dimples were popping out in the most adorable way. His blonde hair was curly and healthy. His locks were longer, which caused him to push his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face.

“Y/N, you're staring…” Chris said, smiling.

“I was admiring you… You look so handsome today.” You complimented the Angel, and he hid his face behind his hands cutely.

“Stop, you're making me shy!” He complained adorably, giggling at you happily. Truth being said, Chan has never felt so happy and in love before. You made him feel soft and mushy and he loved it. He loved everything about you.

When you reached the destination, both of you went looking for a place to stay. The beach was crowded, everyone enjoying the sunny day to rest and relax their minds. There were people sunbathing, eating and playing on the salty water. Chan was inspecting everything like he has never been there before, and you found it lovely.

Under the sun umbrella, Chan had his large hands on your back, applying the sun cream as best as he could. When he was finished you felt his hand tapping on your shoulder two times. You turned around and started to apply some of the cream on him too.

"We gotta be safe, my Love." You joked, talking about the sun cream, but biting his earlobe just to get a reaction out of him.

"I don't know if I can be safe if you keep teasing me like that!" Chan remarked annoyed.

The only thing you did was kiss his lips and run towards the water, keen to refresh your heated body. You loved the feeling of the sand between your toes and the smell of the wild ocean.

As soon as your toes came in contact with the freezing water, you took several steps back and cursed under your breath. Chris was right behind you, and when he noticed that you took some steps back, he was confused.

"Baby, won't you get in? Is there something wrong?" His smooth voice interrogated you, worried.

"Oh... It's just... The water is really cold..." You giggled shyly, as the sun started to burn your back.

"Oh really? Then this is my revenge from teasing me then..." Before you could process what he was talking about he picked you up, bridal style and made his way into the immense ocean.

As you were about to complain, he threw you into the water which resulted in your body going completely underwater. The cold liquid made you shiver, but soon enough your body felt much better about the heat.

You immersed yourself from the water looking incredible and surprised your annoying date. Your hair was dripping wet and pushed back, the water drops falling from your body was just a perfect sight to admire.

"See? You can try to tear me down, but I will come back stronger and prettier." You said lifting your chin in a superior way as you pouted. Chan made a disgusted face.

"That was cringe. Don't say it ever again." Chan warned you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a salty kiss.

The kiss was gentle and engaging. His lips acted slowly, his tongue was gentle against yours, making you want to whine. Your lips parted, so you guys could get your breath back, and Chan bit your bottom lip to tease you.

"Chan, stop..." You whine timid, an adorable grin on your lips.

"I stopped... See?" He nudged himself from you, moving the water around him. As you were about to praise him, he pushed you inside the salty ocean once again.

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(30 Days Left)

Chan and you became sort of a couple, but with no labels. This was the kind of life you wish you had forever: the angel would wake up by your side every morning, kiss your forehead and prepare you breakfast. Every time you came back home after a long day, he would be waiting for you, so he could hold you and kiss you with his talented lips.

Even though it was a sunny Sunday, you and your angel decided to stay home and maratone on the Twilight movies. Chan had his head in your lap, as your fingers were lost on his soft blonde locks. His eyes were completely glued to the screen.

Knowing exactly what scene was next, your heart started to beat faster, not ready for the questions Chan would do. He always questions everything. As soon as Bella and Edward started a full makeout session you felt Chan shift in your lap. Suddenly he stood up straight in front of you, blocking the view of the movie.

“Does being kissed on the neck feel that good?” He asked, eyes analysing your face carefully looking for signs.. You felt your cheeks paint in a warm red from the risky question.

“Yes, Chan… It does. Now please, stop blocking my view. I want to watch the movie.” You said, avoiding his eyes. Chan pressed his lips together and took a couple of steps closer to you, not convinced by your answer. His next action made your whole body scream in embarrassment. Chan sat on the sofa next to you and gripped your hand while he said: “Sit on my lap, please.”

You stared at him with widening eyes: “What- What are you talking…about?” Chan looked at you with an annoyed face. Tired from your shyness he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifted you from the sofa and settled you in his strong thighs.

“Make me feel good…” Chan demanded somehow innocently, not knowing what road he was choosing.

You chewed the inside of your cheek and closed your eyes while a long sigh left your lips. Your hands gently settled on his strong chest while you leaned forward, ready to have a taste of him. Chan wasn't expecting your warm lips to have such an impact on him… but he loved it.

Seductively, you started planting little kisses all over his neck, starting softly so you don't scare him. After a few kisses, Chan seemed relaxed in your hands, so you took the action further. You licked the side of his neck, tracing the sexy big vein. That seemed to excite him because his hands moved to rest on your waist heavily.

“Y/N…” He moaned, but you were too busy to give him an answer. His skin was soft and it was driving you crazy. You wanted to mark him up, so your teeth bite his skin gently but enough to mark him. After the bite, your tongue traced the fresh mark. Loving the way his skin smelled, your nose brushed all over his neck.

After a few kisses and bites, Chris’s neck and collarbones were beautifully marked by you. Finally, you let your eyes open and stared at the angel. Eyes closed, lips parted and red cheeks. Feeling your eyes on him, Chan also revealed his orbs and stared at your eyes for what felt like an eternity and then kissed you.

He wasn't gentle like he used to, he was hungry. His big, veiny hands pulled your waist closer so you're sitting on him fully, and not on his things. His hands were resting under your ass, feeling you.

Air was caught in your lungs and you moaned against his lips, loving his bold moves. Chris gave you only a few seconds to get back your breath before he was after them again. You sucked on his bottom lip, and Chan took the lead of the kiss again as his tongue entered your mouth, looking for yours. Slowly and almost like they had their own life, your hips started to move against his.

That seemed to catch Chan by surprise and he pulled away from the kiss. Lips red and wet, eyes sparkling and uneven breathing. Again, he stared at you like you are a heaven made creature. He stared at you like he was trying to make a mental map of you. Overwhelmed he told you to stop everything.

Worried that you took a step further than you should, you stood on your feet and avoided Chan’s eyes as you hugged yourself feeling guilty.

“I'm sorry if that was too much…” You apologized, teary eyes and hurt voice. Too scared to face him.

Chan remained silent for a few seconds, trying to calm down his racing heart. Then he also stood up and involved you in his strong arms.

“It's okay. You did nothing wrong.” He whispered in your ear, trying to comfort you. His hand found your jaw, and he lifted your small face, so he could look at you. “Let's finish the movie?” He asked with a caring smile. You nodded and sat next to him.

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( 20 Days Left)

You never thought Chan was the jealous type, but apparently, he was. Everything was going perfectly fine until you mentioned that Changbin came to visit you at work earlier that day and gave you a warm hug. You never intended that he was touchy with you, nor that you like him in any way but that is not what Chris understood.

“Well, if you like him that much, you should be with him,” Chan mumbled while he washed the dishes, avoiding you.

“I don't like him that way, Chris.” You assured him. Wanting to help, you walked closer to the sink but Chan made eye contact with you and pushed you away.

“Why are you acting this way? I told you I don't like him. I told you I don't want him!” You explained again, your voice louder. The situation was pissing you off.

“That is not what you hinted with- he gave me such a warm hug-” Chan copied you, voice louder just like yours. He was mocking you now. Great.

“I don't wanna argue with you. You are not my boyfriend, wait, you are no one to tell me who I should be close with!” You yelled at him, and then, when he stayed silent, you knew you went too far.

You thought taking a shower would help so you let your body stay under the warm water, hoping it would wash away all that angriness inside of you.

“Am i not important to you?” Chan asked, standing by the bedroom door when he noticed you finished showering. His eyes fixed on you while you brushed your hair. Usually, he was the one to brush it.

“Of course you are important to me. I never said the opposite thing.” You responded coldly. Your sighs were avoiding his because you know you would start crying otherwise.

“Im sorry, Y/N… I never meant to hurt you.” Chan apologized in a low voice, while he sat on the mattress of your bed. “I’m just scared you find someone better than me…”

When you heard those words, you left the hairbrush on the bathroom and ran to Chan and hugged him. That reaction caught him off guard, but soon, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and brought you to his lap.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his chest. With your head hidden in his strong thorax, you confessed shyly: “There is no one better than you, Chris.” With that, he smiled and hugged you tighter. Knowing that you may feel the same as him.

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( 10 Days Left)

A few days later you decided to go grocery shopping with Chan. Unlucky as you are, when you were leaving the store it started raining. You ran from the water with Chan by your side, holding your hand. Arrived at your place shortly after.

Chris was laughing like a little child that just got a present. He loved the way his blood rushed to his veins from the adrenaline. He missed this.

“I loved it!" He giggled, while drops of water rolled down his face dropping from his hair.

“You loved to run in the rain?” You asked, and Chris nodded his head cutely. “We should shower, or we’re going to get a cold!” A shiver ran quickly on your body from the cold clothes.

Chan’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Can we bath together?” He proposed with a smirk on his lips. Truth is that he has been acting riskier than he used to. His touch lingers longer than usual in your skin. His kisses feel more powerful and hungry, unlike the first ones, soft and sweet.

“Are you sure it won't be too much?” You asked worried. The memories of what happened last time clouded your mind.

Chris walked towards you and cupped your face with his freezing hands. “Of course not. You know I trust with all my heart…” You felt your cheeks burn by the affirmation, but you smiled while your cheeks were squished by his long fingers.

Excitement filled your veins as you stared into each other's eyes. Chan's hands were suddenly warm as they started to unbutton your shirt after you gave him permission. Button by button, the tension started to grow between your bodies. Inside the small bathroom yours and Chan's heavy breaths were the only noise, but outside it was still pouring.

When your damp shirt was fully unbuttoned, Chris reached for its sides and slid it off of your arms slowly, leaving you only on a bra in front of him. You couldn’t handle yourself and kissed him, devoured his soft lips like they were cotton candy. As your lips distracted him for a few seconds, your hands reached his sweatshirt and you pushed it up, hinting that you needed it off.

Chris left your lips for a brief moment just to take it off, and then his lips were on you again, but this time, they were busy loving your neck. He kissed, bit and left bruises all over your tender skin, loving the way you tasted.

He reached for your jeans and unbuttoned them after you gave him a small nod and a shy grin. He should probably feel nervous, or embarrassed, but Chris was calm and enjoying every single second. He loved you, so he wasn't uncertain or scared, he was safe.

As you stood only in your underwear in front of the angelic creature, you felt yourself get shy all over again. Your body was heated and aching, aching for his touch.

“Take those off…” You murmured, pointing at his jeans. Chan smirked, somehow finding cute your nervousness.

While maintaining heavy eye contact with you, Chan’s skilled fingers unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down, seductively. Your eyes were very curious,so you left your orbs admire his muscular body.

Wide shoulders, tan skin that glowed under the dimed light, perfect abs and strong thighs. This man was truly a work of art. You wanted to worship him, feel him, touch him, devour him.

Impatient, you reach for your bra and undo it. You sighed when the tight feeling faded away and tossed it on the floor. Without making eye contact, your shaky hands also pulled your thong off.

You were fully naked in front of Chan, and he wasn't holding back his curiosity just like you. His eyes were admiring all your shapes, curves but especially your perky nipples, that always seemed to excite him in a special way.

“You are so sexy…” Chan whispered, taking your hand on his as his eyes focused on your sighs. “My turn.”

Instantly your heart started to jump rapidly. You will see Chris fully naked for the first time… You closed your eyes nervous, and he laughed.

“It's okay, love.” He assured you. His hands gently cupped your face and he forced you to stare into his eyes. “Are you sure this is alright? For me, it's all good.”

“Yes, I want this. I want you.” You said certainly. There was no more shyness, no more uncertainty. You pecked his lips and turned the water so it would start filling the bathtub.

The water started to pour, hot like you were feeling. A thick fog started to settle all over the tiny bathroom. Soon you got in the tub and let the water warm your whole body. Your hands pushed your hair back and you took a quick glance at the Angel:

“Aren’t you coming?” You asked sarcastically, knowing really well that he was starving for you.

He didn't answer, he just got in the water and sat down in front of you. You approached him and attacked his lips in a sensual kiss. Your lost hands found its way to Chris’s scalp, and you started to pull his hair just enough for him to feel you.

The position you were in was uncomfortable, so Chan invited you to sit on his lap. You bitted your lip as you sat on him, even though you wanted him, you were still nervous.

“You alright?” The Angel asked, his hand reached for your cheek and he caressed it, lovingly.

“Yes.” You responded with a smile. Your eyes were fixed on Chan’s, as you tried to look behind them. You just needed something to assure you that you are safe in taking this step forward.

“I love you,” Chan said, almost like he read your mind.

“I love you too.” You confessed, satisfied.

There was no more hesitation, you are his and he is yours. You are one. You trust him enough to love you fully.

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( Last Day )

Chris knew his purpose. He was supposed to be your protector, the one that stays by your side and takes care of you, he was supposed to be your guardian angel, not your lover.

He thought all that of this was stupid. He knew from the very beginning that this would be the death of him. How is he supposed to hear your laugh, see you smile, hear you sing, see you every day, and not fall in love? It was impossible.

When Chan finally built up some courage and told you that he was going back to heaven because he broke the rules, you couldn't believe him. You started crying, your whole body was shaking in fear.

He will be taken away from you, after all of this… You thought begging would help, so you begged, desperately.

"Please, please Chris don't go..." You begged in tears, even though there was nothing he could do, you still hoped to be with him.

"Baby, I can't do anything... We broke the rules..." He whispered close to your red lips as your hurtful sobs started to echo inside the bedroom.

There was nothing else he could do unless accepting his fate.

"I can't live without you... Chris, I love you..." You confessed to him with sour tears rolling down your cheeks as you locked eyes with his.

His heart started to beat incredibly faster against his rib cage. He wished he could go back in time and not accept the plan, he wished he could love you freely. You were his love, you were the girl he was waiting for all this time, and it's unfair that he was an Angel and you a human.  

"I love you too." He said certain of his words, as his lips started to peck your wet face. Chris's plump lips felt cold against your cheeks as warm tears kept on falling from your eyes.

He will be taken back to heaven, and then receive his punishment.  He couldn't fall in love, it was his most important rule... but you always gazed at him with so much passion that he couldn't help it, he loved you.

The Angel sat on the bed, his large back on the wooden headboard and pulled your weak body against him, your back upon his muscular chest. As his voice sang you your favourite song, you pecked his hand, that had his fingers intertwined with yours.

His usual warmth was gone. His body felt frozen and distant, he wasn't the same anymore, he will never be the same, not when he witnessed what love is, not when he touched you, not when he thought you could be his... But you can't.

The drops in your eyes didn't seem to stop falling and your head was starting to ache from all the crying. Your heart was broken, and the pieces were scattered all over your body and you could feel it beating irregularly inside your brain.

After the song ended, your lover stayed silent. He was able to hear your heartbeat, he was able to hear the raindrops falling from the sky, as sad as the tears escaping your eyes. At that moment, he could feel and hear everything, but it all felt empty.

As if your body knew that the end was close, all the memories with Chris passed in front of your eyes fastly like a depressing movie: the first time you saw him you were so scared and impressed with his holy body and features. He was always so pure and sweet; You remembered all the times he cooked for you, the food was always tasty and missing a bit of spice but you didn't mind; All the times he prepared a warm bath for you when he knew you needed to relax. He even washed your hair for you, those angelic hands never failed to make you feel better.

You remembered how it felt to kiss him for the first time. It was magical like your soul was dissolved with his and you guys become one. It felt so warm and sweet, it felt like it was meant to be.

You remembered the first time he made love to you, he was so scared to hurt you. The Angel kissed every inch of your frame and made you feel like you were in actual heaven. He knew all the places to touch you even though he had never touched you before, he knew you so well.

The rain that was falling from the dark sky strongly, suddenly stopped. A calm silence spoke for brief seconds before a bright colour filled your cleaned bedroom.

"The time has come... I have to go." Chris whispered in your ear as you felt his safe embrace leave you on the cold bed.

"Chris..." You cried loudly, your whole body trembling. You stood up on your bare feet and an urge to throw up suddenly hit you. "I love you so much..." You sobbed as you ran towards him, ignoring the symptoms that your weak body was giving you.

You just want to hold him one last time.

You couldn't feel his flesh because his body was vanishing at a slow pace in tiny shiny dust. At that moment, it hit you. That was real, he was going to be taken away from you, and there is nothing you could do to stop it. You wanted to cry aloud and yell for him to stay, but it wouldn't change a thing... Not when the worst sin was committed.

"You won't remember me, so it's ok. It won't you hurt anymore." He smiled melancholy, tears in his caramel-coloured eyes. "Your memories will be erased and I will be nothing..." There was a visible sadness in his happy voice and it was breaking you even more.

"I won't ever forget you..." You grabbed his veiny hand. "I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU CHRIS... YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE..." You yelled in pure horror as you watched him smile for the last time, before vanishing completely.

You fell on your knees on the clean purple carpet that was on the wooden floor and yelled as loud as you could with your hands in your head and a painful hurt voice. An idea came to your mind and with shaky legs, you ran all over your apartment, looking for something to sign. You find a black permanent pen, so you write on your wrist, in big black letters, a small note that will help you remember him, tomorrow.

But right after you finished writing the last word, your head felt like it exploded and your body fell on the floor lifeless.

You woke up naturally, without your alarm, on the bed. Your body felt heavy and lonely. Your mind was calm but your heart was anxious. As if your heart knew something was missing, it started to beat stupidly fast and an urge to cry hit you like a cold shower.

You held on to your shirt right on the heart spot as you cried your eyes out. The reasons were unknown but you felt like you needed this, you felt like you needed to mourn. A black thing on your wrist caught you by surprise, and your eyes stared at it for a while, trying to comprehend it, but nothing came to your mind.

« You must remember his name, Chris, he is the love of your life. » You read in your mind, and as soon as his name was pronounced by you, you felt empty.

What is this? Who is he? Why is your body reacting to him this way? Your mind was a mess, and even if you wanted to think about it you couldn’t. Work was calling for you. So you got up from the comfortable bed and got ready for work. An empty feeling consuming your whole body from head to toe and clouding your eyes.

You locked your front door and walked over to the sidewalk. There were just a few people on this cold winter day, and they were too busy to notice you.

They were either lost on the warm coffee cup; talking to someone that was walking beside them or playing on their phones. You checked the busy road two times, your eyes scanning the cars as they passed by. Your head was still heavy from the mysterious crying, so you could barely open your eyes. You signed, before taking two fatal steps forward into the wet road.

A loud honk woke you up, and you shut your eyes completely waiting for the car to hit you. Instead, you felt something on you, pulling you back gently and saving your life.

Your eyes scanned all over the road once again, and no one was by your side. There was no one close to you… What just saved you? What pulled you back…? Your heart was beating against your chest brutally and your whole body trembling, scared.

A sudden feeling of safety filled your heart and you felt yourself calming down.

Chris smiled at you, standing right there in front of you as his hand tried to touch your cheek, but you couldn't feel him. His eyes were sparkling and he wanted to hold your body, but you wouldn't feel a thing.

His punishment was to be close to you, every single day until you die, without being able to talk to you or touch you. His punishment was to see you laugh, but not for him. His punishment was to see you fall in love, but not with him.  

It was so much worse to be there and not being able to touch, talk to you or smell you, than dying completely. But he couldn't do anything, because he committed one of the worst sins an Angel could do, even though he knew the consequences. It was his fault that he fell in love with you.

Maybe there was a way to make him come back to you, but he would have to trade his light, for darkness.

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A/N: Hello beautiful Stars! I am back. The part 2 is here, i hope it was as good as you imagined. I had so much fun writing this and im proud of myself for finally posting it.

Again, I need to give a special thanks to @xiaojunssmile for helping me revising my work. I appreciate you a lot, you are the best. I love you ❤

Rebloggs, likes and comments are always appreciate it. Thank you.

[justtogetthrough]

Comparably speaking, my experience of that derecho was far less traumatizing than for other people in town. I missed the storm itself because I was out east - I left my house around 11:30 am and the storm hit between 1:00 and 3 it looks like. I came home at 11:30 pm to a power outage that was extremely unnerving because I'd never seen even the street lights turn off, rather than blink. I was on a very familiar road and had no idea where I was in the pitch black. For 40 mins outside of town it was a dark wasteland. I had seen photos that afternoon of whole mature trees on their sides and in houses and all sorts of damage. In the darkness I increasingly worried whether any of the mature trees around my property had fallen through my house and if my cats had escaped. I got home and they were shaken. I realized that without power they had been without water for 10 hours because I only use an electric fountain. Neither of my cell phones were working. My work cell had reception sometimes so I was able to text my friend that I made it home but that my town was apocalyptic and idk what was next. Neither cell phone had much of a charge and both were basically bricked due to no wifi and no cell service, because that's how apps are in 2022. I don't have lanterns so needed my phones for flashlights. I tried to slow charge them from my computers figuring they didn't need the power anyway, but the charge was so slow it was absolutely pointless.

I slept from 1 am to 10 am. I had thought the power would return by then. I had maybe 10 minutes of cell service? Enough for 2 messages to come through and get my hopes up. Then it was back to no power, no internet, no data. Could not even look up how long food in a fridge lasts without power. My cat was going ballistic because I wasn't feeding her but I didn't want to open the fridge just in case and it was heart breaking. My entire town was shut town so I would have had to pick a direction and drive to a differwnt town that hopefully had power to pick up some ice and food. I only have a tiny cooler. I only had 1/3 tank of gas after driving home from 1.5 hours away yesterday. The village I usually stop for gas in was the first place to be engulfed in darkness and it set off my feelings of, everything is scary. So i spent 3 hours on Sunday wondering what the fuck to do, having zero communication with the world to find out where I could get necessities, or even any way to entertain myself. I was just in shut down. Feeling lost and unprepared and uncertain.

But that was only for 3 hours. Then my power got restored, and a few hours after that my cell service came back, and shortly after my wifi returned. By Sunday night I was gaming with my friends again.

Huge swathes of my city still don't have power and we're 3 days out. Streets one over from me still don't have power. My therapist doesn't have power so today got canceled. I had to throw out all the perishables from my fridge, but my freezer is fine because I got power back in 24 hours. I had dinner at my friend's house Saturday and on Sunday morning just snacked, and by the afternoon could cook pantry stuff.

I got off really easy here - I missed the storm itself which looks like I would have spent it crying and having a panic attack it was so severe, but I was 1.5 hours away for it - out east it was only rain and sleet. I was really only home and awake for 4 hours of being totally off the grid. I am surrounded by people whose houses and cars and yards got damaged, who still don't have power, who lost the entire contents of their fridges and have to sanitize the entire thing now, who haven't been able to have a warm shower.

And yet, I'm sitting here with my life basically back to normal still physically experiencing shock and fear and total shut down. It feels like early COVID all over again where social media just causes alarm because i keep seeing people offering food and showers and I'm like, when I had no cell service I couldn't access fb to look for things like that. I had no way to reach out to friends to ask for help. It was terrifying and it was only for a few hours but I'm still fucked up about it and I feel guilty when other people are actually still suffering.

My body is in neverending crisis and it doesn't bounce back from the lightest of things. I feel like this environmental disaster should be barely affecting me but I feel paralyzed still. I don't feel okay. My body is so dysregulated and idk how to recover from feeling so alone and scared, even though I am safe now.