Do you believe?

"Do you believe in Angels?"

I couldn't help the gentle laugh that escaped me; he had a habit of asking such questions, for no reason whatsoever. Because of it, I often wondered what went on inside his head. I relocated my gaze to my right, where he sat beside me. "Why do you ask?"

"I do."

His legs swung lightly back and forth as the ground stared menacingly from below. One wrong move and we would fall; one wrong move and we could die. Was it the thrill that kept me with him, prevented me from thinking straight?

Cold wind engulfed us, sending chills down my spine. In the light of the moon, he looked so pure, almost… angelic. I smiled and stared up at the pale globe; we often shared such moments together. Those were the moments that helped us through hard times. When we wanted to scream and give up, our conversations pulled us back to earth.

"Why, Jason?"

A ghost of a smile crossed his lips; still, he did not look at me. His eyes never left the moon, a quick glance at him showed me as much. "For the same reason you sit here with me."

I frowned, confusion flitting across my face. "I sit here because I trust you."

His smile broadened. "As do I. But would there be trust, if there were no Angels? Even if there is no God; there must be someone, something that watches over us. I can only think of Angels, when I wonder about it."

I lapsed into silence and stared over the ledge of the building; the palms of my hands pressed hard against the edge. Angels? I frowned, deep in thought. I never understood how he came to such conclusions, or why he thought of them; it was one of the few things I had never figured out. I doubted I ever would.

"…Angels." The word was foreign to my lips -- I tasted it, savored it like expensive wine.

I returned my gaze to Jason as he took a pluck of my messy brown hair between his fingers and softly rubbed it. His other hand reached out and I shut my eyes in content as he caressed my cheek.

"You're too good for me," I whispered, almost too soft for even me to hear. Still, the wind carried my words to him.

When the warmth of his hand left my cheek, my eyes fluttered open. "Funny," he stated, the smile still on his face. "I've always thought the same about you."

My cheeks burned and I looked away, staring up at the moon. Maybe he's right? As his arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer, I relaxed and rested my head on his shoulder, embracing the comfort with open arms.

"Angels are the cause of the purest emotions we feel."

I shut my eyes to block out the little light there was, and thought of his words. Emotions? There were so many pure emotions, how was one to know what came from Angels? Only the purest, he said? Hope, joy, trust… and love.

I smiled as realization hit me; he had shown me what he meant, made it so that I could see. "…Jason?" I opened my eyes and locked them with his. His jade-colored eyes showed so much emotion, held so much truth. Now, curiosity was the dominant one that shone within.

"Yes?"

I leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, then moved my mouth to his ear. "I think," I whispered, almost hesitant. "…I believe."