Too Far Gone
"You . . . well, you promised you wouldn't leave me, Dylan," I say. "Not like . . ." A lump forms in my throat. I cannot force the word out. I see it so clearly in my head – Fang – but it just won't come out.
"Yes, well, I lied," he answers, almost nonchalantly. I can feel myself shaking, like my whole world is crumbling. Again. It seems I have lost my grip on everything.
"Too bad I don't care," I say, but the tears spilling onto my cheeks beg to differ. He steps closer to me, when he should be long gone – out the door, wings flapping.
Dylan plays with my hair a bit before he speaks. "We both know that isn't true. You love me and you know it." His eyes are hungry and dark and fierce – when they should be light and kind and caring. They throw me off guard – they are the eyes of the spawn of Satan himself.
"And look at what good that's done me," I snarl.
He tries to reach for me – to caress my face, maybe – but I flinch away. "You were always so beautiful when you were angry."
"I thought I was supposed to be a disgusting excuse for an experiment?"
"That too," he says, "but beautiful all the same." And then he is gone.
I want to go run and find him – to look and search forever, but I know that's impossible. If Dylan does not want to be found, then he shall stay hidden.
Everyone has left me now – everyone worth caring for, anyway. I guess I was too much of a nuisance for them to want to be around.
Fang left, leaving only a letter, doing God knows what. It's for the good, he claims, but I don't believe him. Dylan left for some unknown reason – maybe he found someone better, or he got tired of me. My guess is the latter, or maybe both.
At least everyone else had the decency to have some relatively important reason as to why they left me all alone. Nudge went to that fashion college she'd been dying to go to, and found some sweetheart there. Moved in, and married him two years later. He doesn't mind the wings much – as far as he's concerned, she could have been a vampire.
Gazzy and Iggy went off into the military for Special Defense. Even as they grow older and war-hardened, they have that special need to blow things up. I'd like to say they visit me once in a while, but the military isn't that kind – or they have someone more important to visit.
I don't really know about Ella, though. Last I heard, she was visiting Greece with her fiancée. I'm happy, but I envy her for having what I do not. My sister has such a bright future ahead of her – jobs and children and honeymoons to look forward to. She has a man who has promised to love her until the end of time itself.
What do I have? I have Total and Akila in my garage. I stay in the past, while everyone else is too far gone into the future to give a care.