Ship: Marthlington (Waglington x Martha)
Summary: Wag can't hold in his love any longer for his dear angel, Martha the Mystic.

Today was especially odd. I couldn't focus. Normally I could concentrate on many things at once, only getting distracted occasionally but only for a short period of time. Now I found it hard to even direct my attention to my spell book. My thoughts were much too crowded today.
And I knew exactly why that was.

Martha the Mystic. The most beautiful, angelic, and fascinating creature I had ever met. Calling her a creature was not something that sounded exactly pleasant out loud, but I could not call her human. Her features and personality was no where near human. She was far too magnificent to be defined as the flawed specimen, she could only be described as a beautiful mistake. Perhaps the gods had let this perfection escape from their grasps, and accidentally released her into this cruel place. She was an angel too good for this world. She was an angel too good for me.

And she was certainly too good to be with Steve.

Today I watched from afar as he ignored her dreams once again. Off to a silly mission and leaving his beautiful love behind. The thought made my heart twist in anger. She had watched through her tear filled eyes as he walked away from her yet again. Her small sounds of choked tears as she ran into her home. Her cheeks stained with unwanted sadness. My poor mystic angel. She has been through far too much to be treated in such a way. If only she would look in my direction. If only she would give me the time of day. I could make her greatest wishes come true and wipe away the tears caused from Steve's mistakes.

If only.

I sighed and closed the glowing book. I have no use for it if I cannot focus my energy into the pages. A mirror decorated my stone wall, and I glanced into the glass reflection. I removed my hood and let my true face show. It made me feel much worse. Red blood eyes and grey skin, with hair that hadn't been washed in mere weeks. The sight made me think of a quote I'd heard of ages ago.

For who could ever love a beast?

No one. That is who. Martha could never love a creature that had no specification. I was a wizard, but I had no clue as to how I began that way. I could see my reflection, but I had no clue as to what I was. Perhaps I will never know.

Look at me, moping about like a teenage boy in love. The thought nearly made me chuckle. Nearly. If I do not let this feelings out soon, they will certainly come out of me when they aren't wanted. I need to tell her. I need to confess my undying love for her. She may reject me, but at least I will no longer be in wonder. That will be a major relief.

I pulled my hood back over my beastly appearance and collected my thoughts. I focused on my confession. What words shall I use for it? She always adored my poems that I left...even though I never wrote my name at the bottom. I always wrote the letter 'S'. It originally stood for secret, but after pondering it for a bit, I realized she may have thought it was Steve because of the initial. I felt much regret after that first day I put a poem on her doorstep. But one day when she was discussing Steve's caring and love to me, she mentioned 'his' poem. Her eyes brightened as she read my own words aloud, the giddiness and excitement radiating off of her like a child's. I could not help but to leave her more. I had never seen her so alive when she had read what I had anonymously given to her.
But I feel if I write a poem and remember it, I will forget it soon after I arrive at her door.
I shall do what Tom has always done in his split second decisions, wing it.

I raised a shaking hand to the lavender colored door, ready to knock and face the one I love and tell her how I truly feel.

And to be fairly honest, I felt as if I was going to shit myself.

Thoughts of rejection and disgust coming from her perfect lips crossed my head, and I started to wonder if this last minute decision was such a good idea. I lowered my hand from the door and sighed. I cannot do this. Steve will attempt murder if I admit my feelings for his soon to be wife.
I began to turn on my heel, when I heard strange noises coming from her home.

Sobs. Muffled and pained sobs of despair. My love. She was hurt, all because of that retched farmer. I cannot back out on this now. I must do it.

I knocked several times on the door, regret immediately forming in my chest after the action. Why did I do that? Why must I be so idiotic? She is suffering, and I am soon to bother her with my petty feelings.

The sobs stopped and I heard distant footsteps replace them. The door cracked open only an inch, a grey eye peeking through. I heard a small sniffle, and it nearly broke my heart.

"Waggles? Oh I cannot go for a walk now. I have much to do. Please come by another day, I shall be ready then." She spoke in a hurried tone, rushing to get rid of my company. The door began to close again, but I stopped it with my shoe.

"I do not wish to walk. I need to speak with you and it is urgent. I cannot wait another minute and I need do this now or I will ever be able to again. I wont pester you over your emotions, I just need to let this roam free. Please, it will only take a moment. Please Martha."

The grey eye stared at me for a moment, looking over my face as if it were searching for an answer. Then the door closed, and I was left with deep regret in my heart. But that regret soon disappeared when I heard the sound of devices being unlocked and the creak of a door opening. My angel showed her full form from doorway. She showed immense sadness in her beautiful grey eyes. Her hair was disheveled and unkempt, her wet make up smudging the natural lavender color of her long locks.

Even as sad and broken as she was now, she still looked like a beautiful creature to me.

"Come in. Please forgive my not being presentable. I am having a distraught evening." She opened the door wider so I could slip through. The inside of her home looked as she was, broken and tired. The candles had all been blown out, the curtains drawn, the dark surrounding every inch of the beautiful home. She clearly wanted nothing of human attention and interaction.

Though it was dark, I could still see her shadow as she led me to her living room. Her couch was clean and spotless. She must have been having her grief in her bedroom.

"What is it you wished to talk about Waggles? You seem awfully nervous about it." She wiped away a stray tear that had been sitting on her cheek. I wished I could have wiped it away. She avoided my eyes as she spoke, and only stared at the white carpet of her home.

"This is not a good time, I know. But I must get it out now before it comes out later without warning. So here it goes." I took a deep breath, gathering the thoughts that I had hid in the darkest places of my brain. Martha glanced at me for only a short moment, then continued her staring at the carpet.

"Martha the Mystic, I-..."

She broke out in sobs, shaking violently as they came. What had I said? What had I done?! Oh no, I have said some thing horrible to hurt her and I haven't even realized it. I am such a fool!

"Martha I am so sorry, I did not mean to-"

"It is not you! It is Stevie...I cannot even focus on my dear friends problems without being distracted by my own!" She hid her face in her hands, muffled crying sounded from them as she did so.

My poor Martha. My heartbroken little angel. I resisted the urge to just sweep her off this lonely couch and take her away from this house of pained memories, but I could never. She belongs to another, even if he treats her like taint.

So I sat on the opposite end of the couch like a coward while she weeped. What was I to do?

"Martha, you belong to another so I wont do this without permission. Do you wish me to take you away from it?"

"A-away from what?" She sniffled, holding in a sob so that she could speak to me.

"Away from everything. I can do that. I can take it all away for just a little while. But you must allow me, I would not dare do it without your word."

She looked up from her hands and around her dark home. Her eyes showed nothing for the house but vast loneliness. The dark grey orbs soon went to me and she held back another sob in her throat to speak. "Take me away, Waggles."

I did not hesitate in scooping her up from the spot, carrying her out of the house, and into the now dark and cloudy world. She hid her face in the crook of my neck and wrapped her delicate arms around it. I pulled from my pocket the only thing that could take her away from this horrible world she was accidentally thrown into.

The specter key.

We teleported from the cruel world and into the soft calm dimension of clouds. The angel lifted her head from my neck and looked to where we were. She stared in amazement. "It is...beautiful." She whispered to me.

"And no one else can enter it but us. I use it for storage and some times to escape from trouble. But for now, it shall be your safe haven. We can stay here for as long as you would like. I have many supplies here, including bed materials and enough food to last a millennia."

She smiled, the first I had seen her in a very long time. "Oh Waggles..."

I gave her blankets and pillows and her favorite foods. She gave me laughter and happiness and the feeling of not being alone. It was a fair trade, but her happiness did not have a price. I would do anything for her happiness.

"How did you conclude that I had a certain fancy for apple pie?" She smiled and put another mouth full of her favorite food into her perfect lips.

"All angels have a love for pie, do they not?" Perhaps I was being too flirty. Calling her an angel was a very strong compliment.

She suddenly looked as if she were trying to solve a puzzle in her beautiful mind. The expression made me frown slightly. I did not want her to worry about anything while she was away from the world.

"May I ask you a question, James?" She inquired, and I nodded.

"Do you like poems?" She asked, searching my eyes.

"Oh I love reading poetry. I love creating poems too, but I do not think I am very good at it." I thought back to the many times I crumbled up pages after pages of poems that I felt were not good enough.

"Do you always sign your name as 'S' at the bottom?" She smiled at me with a knowing look in her eyes.

She knew.

"Um...whatever do you mean?" I tried to cover up.

"Waggles, I know it was you who wrote those poems for me. Steve does not call me an angel like the poems always do. But I catch you more than often calling me such names. And Steve never graduated from any school...he cannot even spell the word stick correctly, let alone ungratifyingly or beautiful."

My cheeks felt warm as she told me of her knowledge about my lies. "Well...I apologize for lying to you about it."

"No need. Your constant flattery has made up for such mistakes. Tell me James, what were you going to tell me before I so rudely interrupted you?" She sat her emptied plate on the floor of clouds and awaited my answer.

"If you read the poems then...I suppose you already know of what I was going to say."

"The poems only consist of compliments. Was that what you wished to tell me?"

"No. I wished to tell that...my gods, why can I not do this?" I groaned and ran a hand through my messy hair that was tucked in the safety of my hood.

"Just take your time, Waggles. You do not need to tell me immediately." She spoke softly. She was such an angel. Why was she here on earth?

"You are an angel dressed in a humans skin...you are much too perfect for this cruel world. If I could only touch your lips once, I would die a happy soul." The first part of my saying was in a poem it had given to her before, but I had not included the last sentence for fear of being found out. She had not heard it before.

She only smiled, her head resting on her hand as she listened for more. Well I suppose if the angel wanted more, I should give her more.

"Before I came to this land...before I fell from that sky...I felt incomplete. I was a powerful wizard, I had friends who cared about me, and I had a place in the universe. But as I looked around at all of my dearest friends and saw how their eyes lit up as they met the ones they loved, I felt empty. I wanted love. I wanted nothing more than to hold someone at night and call them my love. And then I met an angel. She was lost and broken and her wings had been clipped, but I knew her true identity. She was everything I wanted, everything I had ever wished for. I loved her. But when my eyes lit up for her, her eyes lit up for another. And now as realization dawns upon me and I stare at my reflection in the mirror..." I paused to keep my own self from crying. I struggled to continue as my tears began to spill over.
"I know why she went into the arms of another. I know why no one wishes to love me. I know why I am alone. I am a creature. I am a beast. For who could ever love a beast?" I whispered the last sentence, my voice slightly breaking. I did not mean to get emotional, nor did I have the intention of crying. It just happened.

Martha looked at if she might begin crying again, and I did not want that. She should not take pity on me.

"Take off your hood. I want to see your face." She ordered me. I felt frozen. Why would she want to see my face?

I crept my fingers to the hem of the hood and slowly removed it. I felt the light hit my face and I squinted at it. I looked to the floor of sky and away from her eyes. She would think me disgusting.

She would think me a beast.

"Waggles...you aren't a beast. You are an angel. A weeping angel." A felt her soft hand go to my cheek and trace my permanent blood tears. I sighed.

"That is kind of you, but I am no angel."

"No Waggles, you do not understand. You are a weeping angel. The markings on your cheeks...I have seen them once before in a book my mother gave to me. No wonder you have such powers, weeping angels have many capabilities. They can fly without wings and can do the most difficult spells with ease. You aren't a beast nor are you a wizard. You are an angel that is bound to earth so that you can love. You...you were born to find love." She smiled at me with happiness planted on her beautiful face, her lips suddenly closer than they had been before.

I had a specimen. I was a weeping angel. But where did I come from? Do I have even parents? I should not ask her now though. She seems too delighted about something.

"Why are you so delighted about finding my specimen?"

"Waggles, you admitted you loved me. How could I not be delighted at that?"

"But you are already somebody's. You should be furious with me. You should be ashamed to even be near me."

"James...you are probably not aware of this, but my mother has passed in the last week. The only ones who know are me and that kind man who worships her so dearly. He is coping, something that I have not been able to do yet. Today I wished for Stevie to help me cope with her death, so I begged him to stay with me today. He refused, saying I was being over dramatic and foolish. He didn't know about her death but...his rejection...it's made me feel as if I don't love anyone anymore...apart from you."

Her mother was dead. Everyone she loved was gone. No wonder she was so broken.

Wait a moment. Had she just admitted she loved me?

"James? Are you okay?" She waved a hand in front if my face. I snapped out of my daydreaming and focused back on her.

"Martha, did you just say you loved me?" I asked with hope in my heart.

She smiled and nodded. "Yes I did."

Oh my shitballs.

No. She belongs to another. I cannot create false hope.

"You belong to another. You cannot be mine. You will never be mine." I sighed wistfully.

"I promise you will find your other half, even if it is not me. You will find her and you will be happy." She smiled and put a gentle hand on mine.

She didn't understand. She was my other half. She was the one I've always wanted. My heart belonged to her and no one else. And if I could not have her, then I would forever be alone.

"I should take you back. It has been a few hours. Your dear fiancé will be looking for you." I stood from my spot and pulled out my key. She stood as well and opened her mouth to protest, but I grabbed her wrist and teleported us before she could. I could not stand her any longer. She would kill me with my own love if I continued to be near her.

We arrived at the front of her house, where an angry farmer sat on the steps.

"Where ye been with my lady, wizard?!" He trudged up to me and gave me a death glare, venom seeping into his words. Normally I would have been so scared I would have peed myself, but I didn't care at the moment. The only emotion I felt was heart break.

"She was hungry. I gave her pie. I must go now, I have other things I must tend to." I waved my hand and disappeared to my home.

Home. This place was not a home. Home is where the heart is. My heart has been stolen by an angel and torn to shreds.

A knock on my door interrupted my depressed thought and I reluctantly went to answer it. It was Tom and Jordan.

Tom was holding up Jordan by his waist, and Jordan looked as if he might fall over dead at any minute. He was a sickly pale color and his eyes were glazed over. He had messy hair and his shirt was stained with what looked like vomit.

"Wag, he's really sick and I think he has alcohol poisoning. Can you help him?"

"I'm not sick..." Jordan protested, his voice hoarse and dry. His appearance said otherwise.

"You are sick, so stop saying you aren't." Tom spat back.

"I suppose I have some healing potions. Come in." I opened the door wider and let them in. Tom sat Jordan down on my couch and he immediately fell over.

"What happened? How did he get alcohol poisoning?" I asked Tom.
Jordan hardly ever drank alcohol, and when he did it was nothing strong enough to get him drunk.

Guilt crossed Toms face. "His god died a few days ago and he told me he wanted to forget...so I thought maybe getting him drunk would help. And uh...I gave him vodka."

Oh my good god. "You have him vodka? He never drinks more than half a beer when he does drink and you gave him vodka?"

"I know, I messed up! I'm sorry...vodka always helps me forget stuff and I thought it would help him, but all I've done is made him spill everything he's eaten in the last month..." He looked over to Jordan, who was struggling not to empty his stomach on my carpet.

Something odd was going on here, besides the alcohol poisoning. But I chose to ignore it and retrieve the potions from one of my chests. I found a few and handed one to Jordan, who took it with reluctance. He tried to weakly pull off the cork, but soon gave up after not being able to. "I can't get it open...Tommmm."

Tom only sighed and took the bottle from his hand, easily pulling it open and handing it back to Jordan. Jordan made a face of disgust as the smell of it reached him. "No...it smells bad."

"Drink it, you sausage. I'm not letting you die because of me." Tom gave him a stern look.

Okay, something is definitely going on here. First of all, Jordan would never ask for help. He was an Ianitee, he valued independence. And second, even if he had asked for help, Tom would never have helped him. Dianitees never help people.

"Why are you helping him? You never help people. Do you remember that time Tucker had the stomach flu and you refused to help him brew medicine? So why are you helping Jordan?"

I seemed to have struck a nerve because as soon as I said the words he stopped moving.

"I just am." He said quickly.
Tom held the bottle to Jordan's lips and he drank obediently, despite his earlier protests.
And then it clicked.

They were lovers.

"Both of you are lovers." I blurted out. My suspicions proved to be true when Tom tensed up at my accusation.

Oh my god. All of my friends were in love and here I was, dying with utter heartbreak.

"It's not fair!" I growled in frustration. I immediately regretted what I had said when I saw their hurt faces.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to say that! Given my circumstances, right now everything in love seems unfair to me..."

"Is it Martha?" Jordan asked in a hoarse voice.
I nodded and sighed. It must be so apparent to everyone.

"Dude, you gotta claim your lady." Tom shook his head.

"Claim her? She is already claimed by that retched farmer..."

"Pshhh, Steve hasn't claimed nothing on that chick. Unless there's a piece of paper saying she's married, then she's totally free. You need to sweep in her life and bang her. That's how I got this guy." He jerked a thumb to Jordan, who blushed furiously and shoved him. Tom only laughed at his embarrassment. They were truly in love.

"Even if she is free, I do not possess your player attitude and I cannot just bang her. What do you suggest I do, Jordan?" I asked the sickly man.

"Well for one thing, Tom didn't use that method to charm me. And second-"

"Yeah I did." Tom retaliated.

"No you didn't. You literally showed up at my doorstep on your freaking knees, bawling your eyes out and confessing your undying love for me. We didn't even kiss until a month later, you fibber."

Tom was about to argue back, but I interrupted him. "Please just answer my question. My heart cannot take seeing you quarrel like lovers do..."

"Just go over there question Steve on his shit, and the lady will be on you like a side bae." Tom advised me, and I looked to Jordan for the translation.

Jordan rolled his eyes at Toms player talk. "Go to their house and confront Steve about treating Martha like dirt. Then she'll see how much a better guy you are compared to Steve."

"Have you not met her fiancé? He has the strength of ten men put together...if I were to confront him, he'd beat me to a pulp."

"Martha wouldn't let you get hurt, she likes your face too much." Tom laughed.

"Yeah, and we can go with you in case he gets angry. I mean, I'm not much help but I'm sure Tom could pin him if he tried to come at you." Jordan assured me.

"This...actually sounds like a good idea."

~

"This was a terrible idea. I cannot do this." I turned on my heel to run, but my two friends held me back by my arms.

"Come on Wag! Go in there and claim you lady!" Tom cheered, and Jordan smiled with encouragement.

"Okay..." I faced the door again and knocked lightly on it.

What have I done? I have just sealed my fate.

I nearly snapped when the door opened.

Martha stood in the doorway, looking even worse than she had no less than an hour ago. Her cheeks were stained with tears and I could hear the small sounds she was making as she tried not to sob. Her lip quivered and her eyes were gushing tears. I could feel my whole demeanor change.

"Where is he?" I growled, my chest suddenly full of rage.
She looked at me confused, her small lip still shaking, making me even angrier.

"Where is your no good sorry ass fiancé?" I demanded.

"What'd you call me boy?" He appeared beside her, his face already twisting in anger. But I was not scared in the least.
I wanted to kill this son of a bitch.

"Did I stutter? Or are you too stupid too comprehend insults?" I hissed at him.

He shoved me with the force of an animal, making me bump into Jordan and Tom. "Ye wanna fight, little wizard?" He asked in a tone of pure hatred. I walked backwards, leading him away from Martha and the others. If he didn't stop, I would certainly boil over. I have not done that in centuries.

"There will be no fight, only immediate death. And you will only be a stain on the grass if you dare fight with me." I'd face far worse things than an angry farmer in my life.

"Thems fightin words boy! Yer dead, ye runt!" He swung at me and I flew up into the air, levitating in the sky as he jumped to try and hit me.

"Last chance, ass bite. I do not wish to fight you. But if you continue to hurt Martha and threaten me, I will not have a choice to harm you."

"I'll rip yer limbs off! I'll kill ye!" He shouted at me, still clawing to get ahold of me.

Well. He asked for it.

I twirled a blue light in my hands, waiting for it to glow brighter and brighter before throwing it down towards Steve. He easily side stepped and avoided it, making him laugh. "Yer little magic spells ain't worth a shit!" He cackled.

"Oh, I would not say that." I smirked.

Seconds later, large sounds emitted from the sky, causing everyone below me to look up into
the heavens.

It took no more than a second for it to work. Black jagged shards rained from the sky and crashed into the ground below me, causing the world to crack and rumble like a large earthquake. The nuisance fell backwards and yelled in fright, scrambling to run away as the ground began to open. The earth split apart from the rumbling, showing the boiling hot magma below that could have certainly killed the ignorant farmer. He was lucky, I had to admit. He ran to the small porch and hid behind Martha like the coward he was.

"I am one of the most powerful beings in all the world. Gods have feared me for centuries, and so have ignorant mortals like you. You would think it wise to grant my only wish of you." I bored my eyes into his, staring into his soul.

"What do you want?" He asked stubbornly, still hiding behind his fiancé.

I pointed to Martha, who wore a shocked expression on her face with her mouth wide open.
"You will from now on treat that beautiful angel with respect. If I ever see you make her cry again, I will make sure you burn in the dark pits of hell. Do you understand me?" I asked slowly in a deep voice. He grumbled something.

"I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" I boomed, causing the sky to roar with thunder.

"Yes!" He squeaked, and ran into the house. I landed back on my feet and straitened my hood back onto my head, the ground closing up as I walked away from the house. I waved to Jordan and Tom. "My job here has been done." I turned to Martha who still looked as shocked as she had before. "And if you want that ignorant ass of a man to be your husband, then I shall accept that. I will find another woman who actually enjoys being treated like a queen." And then I left, Jordan and Tom following behind with pure awe in their faces.

But my braveness did not last long at all. For as soon as I left the sight, I broke down in tears.

~

"It's gonna be okay Wag. There's plenty of other girls who would love to go out with you."

"Yeah! Chicks dig magic, you'd be a babe magnet!"

"You don't understand...she was the one. She is the only woman I will ever want to love. If I cannot have her, then I will forever be damned..." I sniffed from the inside of my covers and blew my nose into the soft tissue. I was hiding under my sheets like a coward, crying about my broken heart. I have failed the only purpose of my species. To find love. Jordan and Tom have been trying to comfort me for hours, but just seeing them being nice to one another makes me feel completely miserable.

"Is there anything we can do buddy?" Jordan asked, his voice still very dry.

"Yeah, we'll do anything for you." Tom agreed.

"Put me out of this misery..." I wailed, my tears pouring even faster than they ever had before.

"Unfortunately, we can't kill you."
A knock emitted from my front door and I merely sobbed at it. It was probably Steve coming back to kill me. I should have just let him murder me while at their house. It would have saved me this horrible agony of having my heart torn from me.

"I'll get it, stay with him." I heard Tom say to Jordan. A few moments later, I heard multiple footsteps enter the room instead of just Toms. Who else was here?

"Waggles, are you okay deary?" I felt a hand touch my back, and I winced from its touch. I knew it was her, coming back to rip what is left from the hole where my heart once beat.

"What are you doing here? Should you not be cuddling with your dear farmer?" I said with sarcasm.

She sighed and I felt the bed lean as if someone had laid down next to me. Had Tom and Jordan left her alone with me? I no longer heard their voices.

"Waggles, I am sorry for being so foolish. I never meant to hurt you this way." The hand returned, and wrapped itself around my stomach.

"Stop. Please." I shut my eyes tightly and sank deeper into the soft darkness.

"Stop what, Waggles?" She asked me.

"You are killing me Martha. I feel as if I am dying every time you lead me on to something that is not there. If you don't love me just say so. Stop ripping away my heart. I cannot take it."

"James, please just talk with me for a moment without the covers over your face."

I wiped away what tears I could and turned my body so that I was facing her. I slowly peeled away my sheet and was met with her beautiful smile. "There's my champion." She whispered.

"Just tell me what you need to tell me and go. I don't exactly approve of you laying in my bed." I knew I was lying to myself. I wanted her in my bed. I wanted to wake up to her beautiful angelic face every morning.

"James...I broke off my engagement." She whispered, her voice barely audible to my ears. She closed her eyes and gripped the sheets she was laying on to force the tears away.

"What? Why would you do that?" She was obviously broken by the fact of what she had done.

"For one, I love you too much to see you so hurt. And two, Steve demanded after nearly getting killed by you that I never speak to you again. Something in me snapped and I told him I never wanted to be his wife. And then I ran here...because I am foolish and hurt, and you are the only one who still loves me either way. I'm so sorry Waggles..." Her voice cracked and a tear leaked from her closed lids. She is no longer his. She is free. I can do whatever I want and not be threatened by him now.

I kissed away her tear and wrapped an arm around her torso to pull her closer to me. She was wearing a beautiful night gown and her hair was flowing over her shoulders like water.

"Shh...everything is okay now. I forgive you. I always will."

"Kiss me Waggles. Please." She opened her gentle lids and her dark and beautiful grey eyes bored into mine.

I pressed my lips to hers and I felt as if I might faint. We moved closer to one another in a rushed attempt to feel the others embrace. I ran my fingers down her long locks as I kissed her. She held my face with her soft hands, making every part of my body tingle. This is truly the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.

We pulled away from lack of breath and she smiled. "Thank you. No one has ever kissed me like that before."

"Steve did not kiss you?" I asked confused. I remembered the many times I had witnessed their make out sessions. I also remembered the many times I cried after those. Bad memories.

"It was always lustful...not gentle or caring. Your kisses are perfection..." She sighed and leaned her forehead on mine.
We sat in silence for awhile.

"I am not quite sure what to do now..."

"I do. Will you accept me as yours Waggles?"

"You mean...m-my lover?" I asked her.

"Yes. Would you like me to be your lover?"

"Yes, I would very much like that. Please be mine forever. I don't think I can go on without your love."

"Yours forever I shall be. May I cuddle with you Waggles?"

"Yes my beautiful angel. Anything for you." I drew her closer and pulled the sheets over the both of us.

Thank you to whatever god accidentally let this angel into this world. I will forever cherish her.

My beautiful mystic angel. Martha.
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I really didn't mean to make this so long but it just happened xD
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