Angel's Wings

I took him in my arms. He looked so defeated. His chocolate brown eyes seemed to melt into a puddle of despair, his shoulders were slumped and even his broad chest, something I believed represented his pride, seemed to shrink. " listen" I murmur, giving his ear a supportive kiss" you can tell me anything. Even if, Especially if, it isn't easy." He looked at the clouds and I could see he believed me, I just wasn't sure he believed himself. I leaned in closer and let my head rest on his shoulder, so that our cheeks touched.  His skin was smooth, except for the bit of beard he always forgot to shave. Hesitantly, he began to form his words. "I...don't feel the same anymore. My children see us fighting and I can feel her normally affectionate self morphing into something angry, something ugly. I don't want to see her this way, I don't want to feel this way. She is beautiful to me, and I want to love her. I  just don't know if I still can." He rose, his strength renewed. I, my job done, folded my wings and watched him leave, a better man.