Fallen Angel Part 1

And that's how it all began...

I fell, not like ordinary people fall. I was pushed out of heaven. Well, God couldn't do anything but look sad. He was most concerned when I cried. So now I try to cry only in secret, so he wouldn't see. I know you've been told that God sees everything. And let it stay that way. I was His favorite, and I knew some tricks...

I remember when he caught me once, he was very angry, but one smile from me was enough, and everything was back to normal. From then on, I had to be very careful. I remember it was a warm and sunny day.

I found myself on earth by accident, although supposedly there are no such things. My beloved brothers were envious. They couldn't stand the fact that God favored me so much in everything. I know I'm weaker than anyone... Of them all, I was the weakest. No one noticed that I had the most work, while they had the most fun. I never had time to play. He always found something to do for me, but I was happy. I loved God and my work. I still do. I was a weirdo. I couldn't have fun, everyone agreed. And I don't know if I could have fun or not, because I never even had the chance to try.

Even before the fall.

You're probably all wondering how I could have let myself be pushed. It's just like that. God wasn't there then. He went to His room to think about something, because there had been a huge noise all over heaven since morning. I don't even remember what caused it. So, as I said, God left. He locked himself in his room. He closed the curtains. Lately, he's been having more and more problems with each passing day. He wanted to finally solve at least one sensibly, and for that, He needed silence.

Then they kidnapped me. I didn't resist, I didn't scream, I didn't call out to God, although He probably would have heard me after the first syllable, but I figured he had bigger problems than I did. I've always been peaceful, and sometimes I failed, but those were just sporadic instances. They ripped apart a single cloud with scissors—I still feel sorry for it to this day. The poor thing is constantly leaking and doesn't want to bother God with her little worry. She's suffering because everyone laughs at her, saying she's worthless and not even fit for a sieve, even though it's not her fault.

They didn't even say goodbye to me. They threw me down, and all I heard was loud laughter as I fell. After all, I didn't hurt anyone. I flew for a long time. Well, I could have used my wings, one child tells me. I probably could have, but not entirely. As I fell, I touched the moon. He was very scared. But luckily, nothing happened to him. So I'm very happy about that. I sent him a letter of apology, but to this day, many years later, I haven't received a reply. When I look at him every night, he smiles at me. He probably forgave me long ago

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I fell, and fell, and fell... Until I fell. The fall was painful, but nothing happened to me, although I'm still nursing my knees and had many bruises. Fortunately, God noticed in time how people were approaching me and made my wings disappear. Good people took me to the hospital and bandaged my wounds.

From then on, my adventure on earth began. Even as I fell, I felt weak. I learned what pain is. It tastes sweet, and I don't know why people are so terrified of it. It's not that bad. He's very humble and suffers because no one accepts him, but he knows that this is his role. He's proud of his role. He's often very lonely; no one really likes him anymore. When I have a moment of free time, I go visit him. He's a good friend. He teaches me how to deal with him. He's really not that bad. All you need is a little acceptance, and nothing more. Everyone will feel much better with him.

Constant Confusion.

At first, I had absolutely no idea what to do. That's how God always gave me tasks. Now I can barely hear Him and usually misinterpret His requests. Lately, He's stopped speaking altogether. It's probably for my own good. He's always been loving and merciful. I hope (and I'm convinced of it) that He knows what He's doing. I cried for years. I couldn't find my place in the human world. Heaven was always good. If something went wrong, a tap of the boss's stick (that's what everyone called Him) was enough. But here on Earth, it's just an amusement park. You constantly get lost and then wander aimlessly for a while. It's just like me.

I saw God crying and missing me through binoculars every night, so I finally had to change something in my earthly life so He wouldn't worry so much. People here have devices like phones. Very strange and ridiculous. I wanted to call God and comfort Him that everything was okay and that I was coping somehow, but I just wanted to ask Him to speak louder about what to do, because I couldn't hear Him at all. But I remembered that there's no telephone in heaven. When I get back there, I'll talk to Him. Maybe He'll agree to setting up at least one. Just for Him. Then everyone could go to Him directly with all their problems. But I don't think that's a good idea. After all, without it, God always has thousands of other problems to deal with, and there would be a telephone on top of that. Or maybe someone smart could answer the phone and only ask God if he didn't know what to do. He'd probably manage. Wise angels are well-trained in helping people. Silly ones perform other functions. There's always a lot to do in heaven. At least that's what I thought until I started living on earth. There's so much to do here. Even if all of heaven came to earth and started cleaning everything up, 100 years probably wouldn't be enough to clean it up.