Operation Meteor. He was heaven's vengeance on this wicked generation, he was judgement of wrath to be poured out unto the earth. He was falling, floating in space and sea.
He communed with a creature made of clay, and found her to be more beautiful than stardust. Should this wretched world be spared for one good soul?
She had left the earth with a father, and returned alone from the stars. When she beckoned him to dance, he saw the cruel loneliness of space looking back at him. Never had he been so perturbed to see himself reflected in another. She had a new wild recklessness about her and it clashed terribly with her calm demeanor. Stripped of her protector, she had not yet fortified her tender heart.
She had said she was on his side, she must have realized by now that he was seeking his own death. Will she plunge down with him into the promise of oblivion?...would he be able to refuse?
This close, he could see redness in the skin between her brows, evidence of recently shed tears. He remembered the feel of her soft damp cheek on his fingers mere days before, she had cried then, childish tears salty as the watery tomb he so narrowly escaped. Twice he pleaded with the waves to take him, but she was there both times when death had failed to claim him. He would never be able to look at the sea without thinking of her.
Holding her hand in his, he thought between clumsy steps, surely for such a creature, he would willingly lose his wings.
