But he turns his back to me, his long blond mane of hair was dormant even as the wind blew mine to and fro; his huge shoulders slump. "Love?" he asked, his voice which has before carried me to hights beyond feeling and perception was now no more than a whisper. "You are a fool, no better than any other mortal. Love you say, my sweet naive Samantha, if things could only be that simple."
I fall to my knees, my heart thundering in my ears.
"Please, please," was that my voice?
I do not remember ushering a thought but that of running away far from this place of pain, running from this place where in no more than three minutes, all the pleasure, all the laughter, all the love I felt with this man who was so much more than a man was voided by the harshness of his vindictive words.
"Do not turn your back to me, Nephiael!" I cry, oblivious to pride, of any self worth and respect; I know I would do anything to keep him from going, from leaving me alone trapped within a shattered world. "You can not do this to me!"
"It is done."
He arched his bare back, his muscles tense and I shielded my eyes from the brightness I knew was coming. I heard, above the thumping of my heart, the sucking in of air as his wings of fire erupted from his back, his golden halo sprouted above his head, suspended by a force of its own. I open my eyes, seeing the light that surrounded his body, his wings fluttered like themselves alive and not just an extension. Even with the pain that tore my heart to numbness, I felt the all blinding awe wash over me. I will never forget the dueleties of the two such different emotions at war inside me then.
I saw his now weightless body lift off the ground, the fire wings fluttered faster, lifting him to the sky. He turned, and I saw tears of light trek down his face from pupiless white eyes, he was like looking into the sun itself. I hear him silently mouthed the words, for surly, not a creature as beautiful as he could talk: "Though I leave you in body, I will never leave you in the heart."
His soundless words echoed in my ears even as his wings of fire had taken him far from me and into the star-lit night sky.
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Now I stand in the surf scant hours later, sand in-between my painted toes and wonder how I going to live in a world so mundane when I know angles tread upon the skies, unseen from us? How can I live normally when things of myth and legend walk the Crashed World around us. That man is so ignorant about that which protrudes itself upon us without our knowledge, without our asking. How can I live with the knowledge of how truly close to the brink we all are; when even Angles know fear.
This is the price of what we have done.
How can I live without my lover, my Light? But, deep inside my now hollowed shell, I know the answer.
The undertow grabs me quickly, as if with mercy, as I walk deep into the waves.
I feel myself go under, feel the water rise up and grab me. And I see through the haze of the water, a light so bright like a small sun above me, fire wings flapping, hear, though the sound distorting water, a scream of primal lost, primal pain, a scream of one torn between duty and love.
And I knew my Angel had loved me, knew that my Angel had spoke the truth.
He had stayed with me in the end, within my heart.
Fin
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