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@redemptivexheroics liked your photo “Lost Angel.”
“I’m not helping anymore people.” He sat in a huff on the bench, He was more than a little annoyed with the humans he’d tried to help. “They just want money and things for them. Besides they don’t say thank you.”
@ineffablemum liked your photo “Lost Angel.”
“Was it this way?” Theo rubbed the back of his neck, he was lost again as per usual. “There’s the tree..or does it just look like the tree?” He huffed in frustration, he was a laughing stock, the angel of the lost that was always lost. He sat on the nearest bench and crossed his ankles in front of him. “I’ll just sit here till one of the others passes by.”
“I don’t know..” He stated as he let his foot slide back and forth swinging off the bench. “They say mother knows best, but sometimes I think something went wrong with me.” Theo couldn’t explain how pointless he felt as far as angels go. The sins and virtues had their points but he was aimless.
‘ little things. you let little things get to you. ’ (Hmmm Theo since they haven't interacted yet)
* emotional starters@wyckedthiswaycomes
“How is the fact that I have literally no purpose a small thing?” Theo huffed and collapsed into the nearest chair. “At least you all know that you’re supposed to tempt mankind. I can’t even do that helping thing angels are supposed to do. Every time I do it either makes it worse or does nothing at all.” He was helpless, hopeless, and pointless. How was he not human? Most of his fellow angels often asked him similar questions. If he was an angel than he wasn’t a good one. “What am I supposed to do?”
athousandstarsshine liked your photo “Like this post for the Lost Angel.”
He loved dogs. They were probably his favorite thing, so he made use of his insane amount of time. He’d been at the shelter and gotten three dogs and was now walking them in the park. The Pomeranian taking the charge while the two Pitbulls followed behind, the bright red fluff ball began to bark in a menacing tone. “Awe, come on, Petey no need to be rude.”
