Angel Youngs | Heaven Pov

Right now, I’m nervous.

Heaven is beautiful. But beauty, I’m learning, is not the same as peace. heaven pov angel youngs

From up here, Earth looks like a cracked marble—blue and brown and bruised, but somehow still spinning. I press my palms against the balustrade of the Dawn Terrace and feel the hum of a billion prayers vibrating through the crystal floor. Each one feels like a small, warm bell inside my chest. Right now, I’m nervous

I cup my hands anyway. And I whisper her brother’s name into the wind. because that’s what young angels do.

I don’t understand that yet. But I nod, because that’s what young angels do.