Complete the short story / flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:
He stepped forward and I stepped back. Another lurching step on his part and another frantic retreat on my part. He looked at me with those all too familiar grey eyes and the pain, oh, the pain in those eyes tore my breath away. He started to speak, but a fine mist of blood came out instead, the wound in his chest letting blood leak into his lungs. He licked his lips, staining them dark crimson with his own blood, and appeared to be preparing himself for something. And then, within a heartbeat, the light in his eyes faded, he stopped breathing and he just collapsed. As I stood over him the only thing I could think of was “Angels aren’t supposed to die!”
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