I tilted my head as I watched the man, my silver eyes glistening in the dim light of the cafe that was due to close any moment now. And yet he opened the door, and walked towards the counter to buy a coffee. He stopped and looked around while waiting, and his eyes slightly widened when he saw me, quietly drinking my tea in the corner of the room as I watched him. ~Aira~
He seemed to be struggling, the power lines would soon snap if he kept it up. I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw his bright snow white wings, and golden robe. "Hang on ill get some help!" I yelled out, looking around for nearby buildings.
What was it like before you burned him? Did you hold his hand and watch his skin turn purple, the color of the bruises you don't remember inflicting on him? Did you watch his eyes sink and imagine him old and gaunt and full of years, because you'll never get the chance? It wasn't your choice to see him like that, to remember him that way. It never is. <--- previous