Years later, I still had Azrael by my side. His actions and the reasons he gave me for his affections seemed legit enough. I didn't see any hint of ill will in his actions. He seemed to truly care. Like he did all those years ago.

He didn't hate me because he had to fall, maybe because he knew I fell too. But who knew?

The pineapples I had cut into little squares seemed to disappear as fast as I cut them.

He seemed hungry enough, so I wasn't surprised. He seemed like an ever eating being. One that had been starved of good food for centuries. He didn't even let me add it to the rest of the fruits for his salad. I turned to get the bowl in order to hand it to him, only to find it was gone.

Hands on hips, I glared at him in annoyance. "Where'd it all go?" I asked getting frustrated.

He had the nerve to look sheepish. "I ate it all?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?" I asked, giving him an unamused look. "How do you expect me to make it for you, if you keep eating all the fruits before I can use them."

"But I'm hungry." He gave me the puppy dog look, probably expecting me to give in.

I didn't want to, but I just had to. His beautiful face had turned cute, due to his widened eyes and pouty lips. And I admired his ability to go from hot to adorable in a matter of seconds. I tried not to let my surprise show. He was fragile. The only expressiond I'd seen him wear before then were always sober or angry.

I really didn't mind him taking it all. It felt pretty nice, having someone genuinely care enough to annoy me for once.

And for once in my life. I was grateful I lived.

I touched my necklace. Yes, life was good.