Fallen angel

            Fallen angel. Flying angel. Jarod could almost have believed him. The beautiful young man knew how to project passion and care into his voice and eyes. He knew how to uncover a deepest wound and awaken compassion in others. For a moment Jarod had feared that his eyes would see into him and bring out the pain pooled under the surface. He invited him to and almost hoped it was true. That a man could be an angel. That he could see into your pain. And heal it.

            But the angel was no angel at all. Just a cheap con.