Thing's may not be as they seem

He watched her as she entered the room, seeing how the new clothes fit her better. “Great,” he replied with a brief smile before he opened the heavy door and stepped out of the mountain. He embraced the sun rays as they peeked through the crowns above them, appreciating how peaceful it was. The door was well hidden due to the surrounding nature, and it was located on a rather steep hill, so he'd had to park his car further down the mountain. He locked the door after she’d stepped out before he walked onto a small dirt path through the trees, leading them further up the mountain. It was just big enough for them to walk beside each other. “If you don't mind me asking, what did you mean when you said you’d never had a normal day?” he asked, turning his head to look at her. He wondered what she’d spent most of her days doing and whether she'd had anything remotely close to a childhood. But no matter what, it couldn't have been easy to be forced to grow up as fast as she had.

He listened to her as she explained how her childhood had been. It pained his heart to know that she felt that way, unwanted and unloved by her own family. But what hurt more was the reminder of how his own children had said the same things to him, and he’d had to reply with something like 'you'll understand it when you're older' or in other ways explain why he always had to leave, convincing them that somehow it was for the better. It wasn’t fair to them. Just like what her family had done wasn't fair for her. He looked to her side as she apologized, seeing how defeated she seemed, so he grabbed her hand and stopped their walk near a viewpoint, overlooking the green forest below them. “You don’t have to apologize,” he said in a sincere voice. He wanted her to be able to trust him enough to tell him those things, and he did care, otherwise he would have dropped her off at the nearest orphanage. “Look, just cause your aunt and uncle were bad people, it doesn’t mean that it has something to do with you,” he said, not wanting her to feel like she was some sort of freak or at fault for the way she was treated. “You have your whole life ahead of you, and you’re free to do so many things now,” he said, hoping that it would cheer her up to think about her future rather than be reminded of her past. He then looked away from her to the view of the forest and ocean in the distance. Of course, he expected her to help him in return for giving her a home, but he wasn’t going to keep her locked up. Yet, he couldn’t help but consider why they had done it. He returned his green eyes to her, wondering if they did it to keep her safe or if it was more of a question of keeping the world safe from her. He shook the thoughts out of his head as he continued walking, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of them as they were close to reaching the top of the mountain.

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as she thanked him. “It’s okay,” he said, looking into her eyes as he hoped she believed him. “It’s only natural,” he added. He’d be much more worried if she hadn’t shown any emotions, and he could only imagine that there were a lot of things she wasn’t used to. “You’re going to experience many things for the first time, but just know that I'm always here if you need someone to talk to,” he said. He’d much prefer if she confided in him rather than keep things a secret.
As he reached the top of the mountain, he stood there for a moment to appreciate the view. “What do you think?” he asked, closing his eyes as he felt the wind blowing against his skin and listened to the sounds of nature. It was the kind of calm that was rare to find in today's modern world. “You wanted to know if angels had wings, right?” he then asked, opening his eyes to look at her again. He then pulled off his black t-shirt, revealing his muscular torso before he stepped backward on the edge of a cliff. The sunlight gave his skin more of a golden hue and he felt rejuvenated by the light. He slowly unfolded his wings behind him, standing there like some Greek god statue. His wings were snowy white, appearing wide and strong, and as he felt the wind against them, he realized how much he’d missed the feeling of flying. It had always been the closest feeling he’d known to freedom.