Memory-Ghosts

She wandered down the streets, wondering why she was here. The streets were dark, it was nearly dusk. Memories stared at her like ghosts from the shadows as she walked along. She didn't want to be here, to many memories were recalled.
The heavens opened up, their tears mingling with her own. Thunder and lightening were the heavens sobs, as she cried her own. Her shoulders heaved up and down, and finally she could bear it no longer.
She fell to her knees, straight to the asphalt. She could bear the memories no longer.
She laid on the ground, crying, soaking wet, as she cried with the skies.
The memory-ghosts stared, and prodded at her. Sharp pains through her mind as their psychological fingers stabbed her, drained her.
She cried harder, alone on the ground, in a place where she knew she shouldn't have returned to and never would again.
It seemed too much to bear.
She couldn't stand the memory-ghosts, and couldn't stand the unmerciless pain they inflicted on her.
The heavens had sympathy, closing their eyes, and looking away.
The Sun peeked shyly out, looking at the girl laying in the road.
The memory-ghosts fled away, running from the strength the Sun flung down.
The girl peeked out, straightening and wiping her tears away. She watched in awe as the Sun sent her an angel, a glorious angel.
He stepped from the clouds, and walked to where she was on the ground, crumpled and broken.
The Sun's angel sat down, his brillance was too much for her to bear; she had to turn away.
He turned her chin, forcing her to look at him.
He wiped a remaining tear from her cheek, and took her into his arms.
The angel stood, one fluid motion, and walked bravely down the street.
He carried her as far away from those streets, from the memory-ghosts.
She clung to his chest, thanking the Sun for sending him to her.
The angel looked down at her, smiling, and kissed her.
She kissed him back, and when she pulled away she frowned.
"What is it, my dear?" he asked her.
"It's you.." She saw her angel was someone she knew of for a long time, but never had the wonderous pleaseure of meeting. Until now.
She kissed her angel, and clung to his chest.
He carried her off, far away from the memory-ghosts, never to return again.



AN: okay so, I named this one Memory-Ghosts for lack of better title. I hope you enjoyed it.
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