A thick and cold fog has suddenly descended upon the cliffs, and the man is unable to see anything. For once, he seemed lost in his spot.
His vision is blinded, and he has completely lost the beauty. He calls out to her, yet no response. But through the fog, he sees rays of light, and as these rays of light breathe upon his skin, he feels the tender warmth of the daytime sunshine.
"What can this be? And where has the lady gone to?"
Suddenly from the blurry thickness of the fog, he sees the cliff's edge. And there, stood the beauty over the edge of the cliff. She was halfway into the drop, and her feet had already been over the edge. He sees his safety line, and he knows that it will catch her. He knows that if holds on to her, they can both be saved, by his safety line.
He dashes forward against the chilling coldness of the fog, his lungs freeze, and his skin shatters like ice, but he makes a leap for it, just as she went over the cliff. Suddenly his vision goes blank.
As he wakes, he feels the warmth of the light that he has seen earlier. Time seems to stand completely still, and he sees himself falling towards the earth. His hands have slipped from the grasp of the one he had wanted to catch earlier.
He looks up and what he saw took his breath away. The beauty, was in fact an angel. Her light was the one providing him the comfort that he felt earlier. Higher and higher she floated, seemingly unaware of what he has done.
His frail body cripples as he hits the ground below, and he, is shattered. Oh I should have known. So the woman was an angel all along. I do not blame her for anything, and I understand why she didn't tell me all this. For it was my mistake to think that angels could live with mortal men.
He doesn't feel angry at all, with all the unsaid, and all the half-truths. In his heart he knows, angels do not need to explain. They simply do not belong with us mortal men. But he is proud that throughout all this time, all that he has given is to the best of his limitations. He doesn't deny ever meeting this angel, and he has no regrets, for he was being true, honest and sincere all along.
"Rest assured, nothing will be said about the angel, even though I have seen through everything. Carry on, fly and shine your light to those that you desire. Don't worry about whatever you have recieved here in my spot, for it is my gift. It is my duty, my job. For I know, I shall survive this."
The man knows, he is mortal after all. He bleeds, and he sees that his place, is with the mortal men.
