Humans were interesting things. They replaced many things in a frequent manner. Some of them chose to throw away items after a while. Others, chose to throw away memories. But in almost every group I studied, there was one or more of a different kind.. The hateful, unforgiving, resentful human. The ones who threw away not items or memories, but friends. Family members. Loved ones. There was always the one odd one out who only valued himself or herself. I found those ones quite interesting.
An angel has no name. More of a designation. We as angels are allowed to of course pick a name, but to this date I am the only one who has chosen a