😔 "you don't like it..."

A chilly breeze has been caressing and dancing upon her limbs and down her spine from the uppermost point at the nape of her neck, leaving in its wake trails of raised goosebumps in spite of the unchanging temperature inside the garden. It swished around her intestines and encased the inner walls of her thoracic cavity in icy coating, which she eventually came to understand that what she felt wasn't a breeze at all.

It was anxiety.

It started after she agreed to help that... fallen angel with the black wings and terrible eyes that bore the cold winds from beyond the wall within her. Was she having second thoughts about it? The apple in her hand was a regular one she picked from a random tree, but the jittery way with which she scraped at the peel made her feel as if she was holding a lethal weapon.

Nothing would happen to him if he ate it. She didn't plan to give it to him anyway. She was supposed to embellish it; boast about its taste and texture and hook him in by playing on his curiosity. If all went according to the plan, then she would guide Adam to the tree Lilith had supposedly plucked the fruit from and have him try them for himself.

But the more she thought about it, the more hesitant she became to deceive him. What exactly would happen once it was proven that he wasn't infallible? What about her? What fate would God bestow upon her for leading her mate into a trap? Their games, competitive as they may be, were, for better or worse, cemented in a foundation of trust. They were tough, exhausting and agonizing.

But they were honest. This game, was anything but.

She peered at her mirror in the polished redness of the fruit. Her anxiety had perforated the peel with scratches and dents in the crescent shape of her thumb's fingernail, which consequently marred the reflection staring back at her. He would quicker deem her a liar and leave if she showed him that apple... so. She dropped it.

And with it, the plan.

Three days later, she found herself running back to the tree where she met the serpent with tears blurring her eyes.

"Angel!!" her cry ripped out of her throat, the air searing her throat and lungs with each heavy breath she drew in and released. She had been running for a good chunk of time. Slowing down meant that her legs would give out from beneath her, so she didn't. Instead, she threw herself against the tree and held onto the trunk as tightly as her limp arms could to keep herself upright against it.

"Angel!" she yelped again between gasps of air, eyes squeezing shut with a dejected whine that escaped the grimace that began to pull her features into another session of incessant sobs. Her forehead pressed against the trunk, somewhat resigned to a helpless fate, somewhat begging for a miracle she didn't believe in. Had she rejected the only olive branch that was extended to her? Perhaps she did.

Perhaps, it was over.

Perhaps... but she begged anyway. " You... crawling.. fallen beast...

"I need you."

“ we all sin, so why am i so guilty ? ”

" Oh ? Oh ! Good mood? Well, I don't- I mean- No, I'm not in a particularly good mood. " Explained the angel, tugging at his shirt collar in an awkward fashion. " It was a simple greeting, is all. I am just glad you are in good health. "