The last walk
She stretched her wings out with a quiet rustle, making the room explode with loose feathers. Pure white, the sun gave them the ability to appear to glow. Fully stretched they could reach each side of the room. Her dark green eyes which had usually shone and twinkled in the bright sun were round, and glassy. Her hand trembled, no longer supporting and calm. Her lips, red and dark, were licked anxiously, as she made her way shakily, towards the gate. Her white gown swished to side to side, twinkling, helping show the unusual beauty that she carried, which shone into anyone's eyes brightly, when they passed her. Her eyes then rimmed with silver tears that streamed down her face, and rolled down her jaw. It was time for her goodbyes.
She tucked her wings down, and she hung her head. Somber, she walked, through the gates of two worlds. She walked, until she felt the rain, so familiar to her. She looked up, and felt again, the cool, refreshing feeling of the dancing rain. She did not mind, how the rain held herself a victim to the cold. Her body was already numb to any feeling. She enjoyed its sad diminish, into the ground, clothes, dirt. She looked at her feet, bare, and the doors she passed. She had no-where in particular to go – she loved to wander when she was mortal, so when she passed onto the next realm, there was no more time for mortal pleasures. So, for the last and only time, she would walk, and walk until she was satisfied, or her time to return finally was reached. She loved her place, the one with the trees, a minute's walk from the waves that would crash upon the grey sandy beach, creating a satisfying fill for her longing.
'What's it like?' She asked herself, suddenly aloud. As she picked up a handful of sand, it escaping through the tiny cracks between her fingers, she sighed. 'What is it like to watch over a mortal?' As she walked down the beach, the wind whipping at her hair, silver tears slid down her cheeks. 'Can I still feel love?' She spoke to no-one in particular, or perhaps she spoke to the beach, the sand or the trees. 'Can I still feel hope? Pleasure?' She reached one of the beach's edges, where the city road meets the beach, and smiled. A young girl, perhaps eighteen or a bit younger, sat with her head buried in her arms. She was quietly mourning, for a love now lost, letting the rain take away her pain away. Immediately, she knew. This was the one. The angel's wings slowly folded, and she proceeded to gather her skirt. Her fears washed away, and she smiled. This was the one she needed to protect. She smiled again, as the girl, Pan, raised her eyes. Pan stared directly at the angel, as she faded into nothing.