Felix ran along down the path he was instructed to follow. Two winged beings welcomed him openly, not even batting an eye at his size which made him feel oddly comfortable. They beckoned him into a large room and he marvelled at the sight, seeing many different designs of wings. It seemed that these Guardian Angels could choose what type they donned. Felix pointed to a design and both of the winged angels smiled as a light beamed down from nowhere onto the man. The skin on his back slowly began to part as two white wings unfurled behind him. It didn’t feel painful to him, rather like someone brushing fingertips along his back but the sensation of moving wings was something strange to him. They twitched without input and every time he moved his arms, his corresponding wing moved with it. The angels giggled quietly, Felix’s actions reminding them of their own when they were but newborns. The Swede frowned but the angels ignored it, understanding his pain.
“You will learn in time, now let us grant you a halo. A symbol of your new life” One of them said. Felix nodded and walked along, ignoring how his wings twitched and spasmed.
“Will I? Will I learn?” He asked, sounding somewhat upset and uncertain.
“I assure you” The other told him, bending down and allowing Felix to climb onto her hand.

They were silent for a few moments before the two angels stopped again near a large metal pot. Liquid bubbled inside it and it made Felix uneasy, causing him to shift on his feet.
“Stand here” The one who held him said, placing him on a small pedestal. Felix nodded and remained in place as the angel stepped back, moving with the other to a wheel. “Don’t fear” She told him as they both turned the wheel, slowly causing the bucket to tip. Felix screamed in fear as the liquid cascaded down towards him yet none of it touched him. It instead seemed to center above him. The angels turned the bucket upright and approached Felix, kneeling down to look at him, frowning at his cowering form.
“Just a moment” They told him before one of the angels blew cold air onto the halo with their wing, causing the molten liquid to harden instantly. With hesitant moves, Felix reached up and touched it, feeling the smooth texture under his fingers. His wings twitched again and he bit his lip, feeling some pain at their motions.
“Come, we have one last thing to gift you before you may go to your duty” The two angels said together, whisking Felix up and hurrying away, knowing the Swede would want to take his mission on soon.

“You may take a item with you for your duties. Anything” Daniel said as he knelt before Felix, smiling. The two angels from before stood a few feet back.
“Anything?” Felix asked as he looked up at Daniel. The man nodded and Felix tried to think. “Guitar” He answered after a moment.
“A guitar?” Daniel asked. Felix nodded and Daniel smiled, pulling the object from thin air and handing it to him. “Have you learnt to use your wings yet?”
“I’m okay” Felix admitted sheepishly. “I know my Halo can help me find Cry though” He smiled.
“Remember. Small children and animals can see you. They can be a hindrance but also a great asset. Just use enough sweet words and they will listen to what you ask” Daniel informed him. Felix nodded with a grin as he held his guitar close.
“May I go now? Please?” The Swede asked, hopping on the spot.
“Yes” Daniel answered. “Take care, young angel” He said before Felix’s vision suddenly faded, leaving him in a warm, comfortable void.

Cry had moved inside the house and was regretting it. The house was silent without the pitter patter of footsteps to fill the air. It was thick and felt like it would choke him. Moving to the couch, he flopped down on it, curling up and began to sob again.

Felix wasn’t sure how long he had been in that void but what he knew was that when his sight returned, he was somewhere he knew well. The sky looked familiar and so did the houses. Felix turned to look to his side, recognition sinking in. Daffodils. He was home. He was home!
“I’m home!” He shouted loudly yet he heard no response. Was he not loud enough? He shrugged his shoulders as his feet carried him quickly, running towards the front door. It was open just a crack, like Cry always left it and he slipped in carefully.

Instantly something was wrong. The air felt different, filled with grief and sobbing could be heard. It made Felix feel ill. He ran as fast as he could to the couch and climbed up.
“Cry! It’s okay!” He said, wings twitching as he climbed. They brushed against his back and suddenly everything sunk in at once. Cry wouldn’t know he was there. That was what Daniel had told him. He wouldn’t be able to be seen this early in their bond even though they had known each other in life. Cry needed to move on, accept Felix was dead before he could even think of seeing the winged Swede appear to him.
“Cry, Don’t be sad, please” Felix begged yet his words seemed unheard as Cry continued with his grieving. Felix understood though. Nightmares had plagued him of losing Cry and he had sobbed and screamed hysterically, even when Cry came to comfort him. Losing him for real, like he had just done would have ruined him. A heavy feeling building in his chest, Felix sat and pulled his guitar from the air, plucking a few notes from it before playing a slow somber song, matching the emotions in the air.

Cry had continued to sob, body shaking with little trembles as the sound of a guitar reached his ears. His mind was too far gone in grief to question its location but the tune resonated deep in his heart. It seeped into his blood and down into his heart, making the waterworks start again but much stronger, wails and sobs louder as he screamed into the couch pillows for his lost friend. His little Swede. The small light in his life that kept him going. The room seemed a lot bigger and darker without him. It frightened him. Fear and anger bubbled inside Cry, a dangerous mix.  He stood abruptly, making Felix halt in his song.
“Cry?” Felix asked, confused and afraid. The bookcase crashed to the floor with a loud scream as Cry threw it down, hands weaving into his hair and pulling at it before picking up a book, hurling it at the wall, letting it thump solidly. Felix yelped, scrambling down from his place on the arm of the chair to Cry’s leg, tugging on it and trying to calm the man down to no avail as Cry screamed and yelled, approaching the television in the cabinet and ripping it to the floor, letting it shatter. Warm tears began to prick at the small Swede’s eyes as he watched Cry rampage about, having abandoned his jean leg to watch him tear the place apart from afar. Plates, glasses, anything that could be moved was as Cry tossed the things around wildly.

Panting heavily, Cry slid to the floor, hands weaving into his hair as he tried to get a grip on the reality surrounding him. Felix approached slowly, choosing his legs over his wings, groaning in annoyance as they twitched with the swinging of his arms. He skidded to a halt in front of Cry, looking up with a worried expression.
“Cry, Cry I know you can’t hear me” Felix began, placing a hand on Cry’s leg. “I know you can’t but I’m here. Everything’s okay now. I’m here” He rubbed small circles but they went unnoticed with Cry’s panting and choked sobs.  “Please don’t be sad” He begged, falling to his knees and grabbing handfuls of denim. “Don’t cry anymore”
“I don’t know what to do Felix. I don’t know” Cry said, breath hitching as he spoke. It sent chills down the winged one’s spine.
“It’s okay” Felix told him yet his words were unheard.
“I’m sorry” Cry murmured almost silently. “I’m so sorry” Felix sighed and nodded.
“I know”

As the days turned into weeks, Felix’s heart slowly ripped in two as he watched Cry withdraw. At first it was small things like falling out of contact with Daryl and Miss Moore but it soon developed into something greater. The phone was always ringing and never answered. Cry’s channel and social networking was dead too, not a single video being uploaded as Cry withdrew more and more. He’d even stopped eating properly, only snacking briefly. It scared Felix. It scared him deeply as he trotted along after Cry day after day, watching him slowly deteriorate, slumping forward as he dragged his feet more and more with each moment that passed. Soon Cry didn’t even leave the couch unless he really needed the bathroom or was on the verge of starvation. All his joy, enthusiasm, wanting of life had vanished and that dragged Felix down too, making his brightly glowing halo dim in multiple places, the only parts glowing being the segments that pointed to Cry’s direction. His wings had started to shed too, leaving small white feathers across the floor. The Swede’s body ached and he longed for it to vanish but he knew the pain he was feeling was tied to Cry and was only a small fragment of what the man felt.

“What’s this?”
The words made Felix curious as he watched Cry kneel down, picking up a small white feather. Felix felt his heart leap into his throat as he realized it was his. He was shedding feathers, something that probably wasn’t healthy.
“Feathers” Cry said as he looked at it curiously. The man’s heart dropped and tears pricked at his eyes. “You’re gone now I guess... Felix” Cry said, making the Swede shake his head.
“I’m here!” He shouted.
“You’re really gone now. It’s been a month. I should know that now” Cry continued.
“I’m not gone! I’m here!”
“I guess... I should make some pancakes hm? It’d make it all sink in wouldn’t it?” He asked before standing, moving to the counter and preparing the ingredients.
“I’M HERE!” Felix screamed, hands balling into fists as he rubbed at his eyes, throat feeling like it was bleeding with the screaming he dealt out yet it all fell on deaf ears as Cry worked away, mixing the batter and the milk. His screams quietened into sobs as Cry slid the milk into the microwave, heating it up. Hearing the microwave ping, He took the beverage out and grabbed his plate, turning to move to the couch when his whole body froze. His mind went into shock and his hands loosened their grip, letting the plate and glass fall to the floor. Felix stared up, body frozen in place as two eyes stared down, not looking past him but at him. A single word tumbled from Cry’s lips and they were enough to shut the Swede’s brain down, rendering him unmoving and incapable of thought.
“Felix!”