(( hello! if you have any questions about this, you may PM me! this is intended to be romantic, but it can go different ways! )) Wings are special. They're a sign that tells everyone around you that you're important. They tell everyone that you've earned them. They tell everyone that you've got it right the first time. How exactly are wings attached to the back of angels? Was it God's doing? Was it an inventor's doing? An inventor, who was obsessed with control and power? With greed and jealousy? Was it natural? Will we all get our wings in time? Only the worthy will receive their wings. But in time, they will. Orel was worthy once. He was worthy to receive his wings without distress, but him, being a person what was shrouded in so much darkness and in so much dread, in so much greed and so much want, he would have to work for it. His work would be tedious and hard. It was possible he would not succeed, but that is expected from someone like him. In his past life, Orel was very successful. He had a well-paying job. Well, he had a fantastic paying job. He lived the life of luxury. He never had to move a single finger. It seemed the entire world was at his every whim. He had butlers and maids, personal cobblers and cooks. The cobblers and cooks, the maids and butlers, and everyone else who served the man well, did not like him. One night, one terrible night, he was poisoned. He was poisoned by those people who he calls his friends. They slipped the poison in his wine, and they watched as he went belly up, begging for the sweet relief of death that would not come. Well, it came. It came, and while it came, it soon left with him. Orel was swept with the wind, and left the workers and tenders to bask in the newly shared wealth that they all now owned. That was, well, till they all were charged with murder in the first degree. No one showed up to Orel's funeral. Not even the men who were to bury him. Orel, after taking his spiritual departure, met the face of God. " Orel, my son, my boy. You have served the mortal world well. But, you have not served me at all. For that, you are not worthy into my kingdom. " The Ruler started. " Your back is bare, and you are a disgrace to me. You must go, go and help someone with a trouble they are faced with. " And with that, Orel was planted back on Earth. Well, in spirit. The man, now in spirit, had to help a single person. That was when he would be allowed into the realm of paradise and happiness. Orel was assigned someone, who was shrouded with as much dread as he was. This person was in a rut. With their lover running off and finding someone new, they were left alone. Orel had to make sure that they would leave this rut, and once he accomplishes that, he would receive his wings. Orel had to meet them, but in a way that would seem a little less awkward. He would have to do so, so he could properly explain his situation. All day one day, he stalked his assigned mortal. He was noticed a few times, but he blended in. Only because he seemed like a normal person only to them. It wasn't until they were completely alone that things grew a bit strange. He stalked them on the bus as they did their arins. He stalked them in the store, and in the parking lot. He stalked them on the way back, and even down the sidewalk as they returned back to their living quarters. It wasn't until later that he was found out by them. And boy, it was a scene they caused.