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Shadows engulfed my body. Starlight showered tiny lights down on me. Only the occasional star shone on my eyes, so my tears were hidden in the darkness. Funny; that even an eye robbed of all light, can cry tears like others'. You'd expect tears of blood or something abnormal, but I guess the blind see best with their hearts. Does that make my pain more severe? The more sensitive the heart, the more pain you feel in the end? My mind drifted away; it drifted to him. Why didn't he show up as he said he would? I waited for hours under the same sky, waiting for my Angel's voice to tickle my eardrums and to reassure my heart. But my Angel never called to me in that honey voice of his. It was almost morning. He was supposed to save me and take me away, now, it seemed I would have to go back, this time, alone. I closed my eyes, slowly realizing that the pain was just beginning. My tears were just now starting to stop. Before I could take another breath, my eyes shot open as my tongue was captivated, before i had opened my eyes though, I had known... My tears my tears began to flow again as I could only think.... My Angel. I was then allowed to breathe. He seemed so sad. "Don't cry. I'm here now. Sorry, I made you wait." I shook my head, tears streaming from my eyes, smiling. "No, it doesn't matter. You're here now." And that's all that mattered. "So what now? Where do we go from here?" I only wished to be with my Angel. He then looked at me with sadness painfully written on his face. "I'm afraid...that this is where I go on alone....and you go home...by yourself." What...? What was he saying? Alone? Why? I wanted to ask so much, but I saw the love and sadness in his eyes and also how serious he was. This was not up for debate, nothing I said or did could have stopped him. My eyes overflowed with tears, tears of sadness... and tears of love. My tears blinded my good eye, but I could still feel his gentle hands on my head. He lay me down and rested near me, holding me as I cried. Through my sobs, I was able to say, "I love you. Forever." All he said was, "I know." I cried in his arms until sleep found me. I awoke hours later...alone. I was sad of course, but I accepted it. I waited a while (by now it was sun up) but then I followed his orders. I went home, not really sure what to do there. My parent's greeted me with screams of anger and then tears of joy. I never knew they cared so much about me. A gift from my Angel, no doubt. That night, exhausted from the tears, laughter and joy, I went to bed. I dremt of him. He was on his way to see me, to meet me as we had planned, however, he was attacked by a man with a knife. As blood trickled down his chin and stained his clothes, he said one thing. He said my name. His eyes slowly closed as he died with a smile on his face, but it was a sad smile. I was screaming at him to open his eyes, begging him not to leave me. As my soul continued to cry out at my dream of him, I heard his voice. He was speaking, but not to me and his lips did not move. He was begging to someone, he said he had something he had to take care of, even if.... even if he would forever be without his wings. I just noticed the wings on what resembled a more pure version of him, clean of all blood and injury, now floating above his corpse. Almost as soon as I noticed their appearance, they were torn from his body by an invisible force. I could feel it as if they were torn from my body, not his soul. When his body had fallen from his death, the sky was bright with sunset. When his body rose to fulfill his last deeds, the sky was dark and some stars were painted across it. His body, shortly before, stiff with death, now flew with life. He headed towards our meeting spot, but slowed as he came closer. He froze the moment he saw me. I was crying and I could almost feel his heart shatter. He quickly, but not easily or happily, realized that he could not stay. He was already on borrowed time. As he held me, he thought of how sorry he felt for having to leave me. His heart screamed in agony for every tear I cried, hating himself for my pain. As he left me sleeping in the fields, his heart ached the worst. My Angel left me, loving me, giving up even his wings, for me.
Ayala55 · Mon Mar 22, 2010 @ 08:49pm · 0 Comments |
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