Adam broke first, of course, crying how he'd gone against our maker’s wishes. No way had The Creator made me from this pathetic wimp. Besides, I didn't understand why Adam was creating such a fuss. I relished the idea of thinking for myself.
However, it never occurred to me my minor indiscretion would lead to our banishment from The Garden, and no amount of pleading on Adam's part changed the inevitable. So he followed me out, sulking and whimpering about how he didn’t deserve to be treated the same as me. I accepted the punishment; what was the point of arguing?
Days passed, and during this unhappy time of revelations, a band of renegade angels — known as The Guardians — came to our rescue. They deemed the way The Creator had treated us as unfair: how The Creator had placed the temptress in The Garden to test us. I didn't question their help. The realisation of having children scared me more than The Creator expelling us to the wastelands.
So they devised a plot. With their untold knowledge and skills, they replicated our images and put them on earth to take our place, and stole us away from the servitude that lay ahead. Although, a century of waiting in limbo with Adam was a sentence in itself.
At last our parting came. The Guardians’ one stipulation to our freedom — our existence — had to remain a secret, even to us. The risk proved too great. I had no problem with the agreement. In any case, spending eternity with Adam didn't bear consideration, so we went our separate ways.
Strange how plans don't always work out.
Centuries passed. Our paths crossed a few times without our realising how we had found each other again. A tiny kink our rescuers hadn't bargained for, a connection to each other which went too deep to break, no
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WAITING by SD NEEVE