Unagi

Angels weren’t supposed to be mean, or cruel. They were supposed to be creatures of love. They were supposed to care and nurture, not insult and demean. This couldn’t be part of that Ineffable Plan to which everything fit into in some ineffable way beyond a mere angel’s comprehension. It startled him, at that moment, to realize that he had come to the realization he’d just reached: if this was part of the Plan, then he wanted no part in it.

Was this what it felt like, to fall?