Chapter 29

ANDREW'S P.O.V.

I don't know why I did it. I should have hugged him instead. This had always been my dream ever since I meant the Angel at my window, I always dreamed of the day that he would finally reveal himself to me. I always thought about how magical that day was going to be and how I was going to hold him in my arms and never let go. But what did I do?

I reacted like a coward. That's what.

Everything felt like a nightmare. Becky was yelling, her screams flitting in and out of my head. I couldn't make out a single word. Albert was crying, Matt was frozen by my side, and Kyle? He was nowhere to be found.

I had no idea where he had run off to, —or in this case, flown off— and I was seriously beginning to worry.

It was entirely my fault. I pushed him away, the same angel who kept me awake every night, hoping and praying that he would appear by my window. He stood before me with all of his defenses down, and I retreated from him like a spineless jerk.