It was the worst nights of Jev's life. Everything that he saw in his visions of agony taunted him. He kept seeing her in every whirl; he gripped the ground as his back burned as if fire was spreading across his skin. Dirt slithered into his nails as he hissed in a brutal pain. He can feel the bones in his wings slithered away into ashes once more.
Time seemed to drag on sluggishly for Jev as he gently dragged himself back into the cold unforgiving world of consciousness. He rolled over on his back but instantly he regretted it "Shit!" he yelped. Jev rolled onto his side and starting coughing, blood gurgled in his throat and splatted across the dead cemetery ground.
White blurred his vision as he kept coughing over and over again sending more blood onto the ground. The pain was unbearable, not only was his back searing like fire but his chest was heavy and throbbing. He let her down; he couldn't save her. That was the worse pain of all: knowing that because of him she was lost within the chains of forget and probably inches from madness.
Soon the coughing died and Jev was able to sit up. Hank's pussy henchmen were already gone with his wings leaving him to sit there in the cemetery and dwell on the fact that he will never see her again. That's the worse punishment Hank can dish out to him; he was cursed to spend the rest of her life alone without her. "I guess it's the best way to protect her." He murmured to himself.
Despite the pain in his back and in his knees, Jev stands wobbly. The wind smack hard across his fresh wing scars "Holy shit!" he cursed loudly at the sharp pain slapping hard against his back. Jev stumbled before falling weakly to his knees "I fucking hate that man and his mother fucking henchmen." He hissed to himself.
Mist crawled against the cemetery ground, slithering and twisting in and out of tombstones and the other residents of the graveyard. The dim sun barely shone against the dark grey haze as he walked over the dead grass and dry dirt. He barely stumbled to the rust covered wrought iron gates.
In the distance he can hear the gently humming and buzzing cars down in the city barely illuminated by waning streetlights, car lights, and the warm glow of lamps in house windows. Somewhere down there Nora was trying to rebuild her life, without him.