Chapter 4 – Have they forgotten her?
I look at the bustling activity below me. I marvel at how these mortals can still go around as usual, even though they have lost a most precious thing just so recently. But of course, maybe I shouldn't blame them too much, for her existence was unknown to them.
Ignorant, yet blessed fools. I snort at the thought of them, thinking so highly of their own importance. Strutting proudly around as if they own the very universe, when they are but dust particles in the grand picture.
One was different. He knew that she had once lived, and lived for him only.
And yet, he has forgotten of her sacrifice so quickly. He laughs away with his friends, enjoying his stupid hotdogs, cracking silly little jokes, even admiring the sky with a moronic expression when it rained.
He still has possession of the crystallised remains of his Angel, soiling it with his grubby fingers. I could see it so clearly from here. He isn't fit to have it, such an invaluable memento of her graceful presence. She had left in his hands a beautiful sapphire that matches her very eyes and hair. A shade so mysterious, that it beckons whoever dares to look closely to come forth and gaze in wonderment. I could still remember the days when I would spend hours just looking at her, even though I was supposed to turn my full attention on guarding my Master, and later on, my Lady.
My dearest Celestine… I can call her that now, discarding the label that strips all individuality from us, as someone's Angel. Now that she's no longer his, and I'm no longer an Angel at Hyne's service. But it all comes too late, as things are wont to be……
How long have I wandered now? Abandoning the place I had called home ever since I started to talk? And what do I seek in my journey? No doubt I seek her, but there's no sign anywhere, which I had known even before I embarked on my journey.
So why waste the effort then? Why subject myself to such emotional battering?
Maybe I had cherished a littler sliver of hope in my hands that she would be able to hear my cries, heed my calls for her to wake up.
But she doesn't hear it. And I think she doesn't want to. She must have been exhausted to let go of herself so easily.
I must flee. One darker in soul than myself chases after me, and wants me to succumb to her embrace. She is charismatic; this I do not doubt. Yet I am sure that if I submit to her, I will lose my connection with Celestine forever.
A thing that is inconceivable to me.
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Do not ignore my pleas to leave me alone! Do my wishes not count as something to you?
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My eyes flew wide open, subjecting the sensitive pupils to the mercy of stinging needles of cold water.
I quickly closed them again, but the eyes still smart like hell. Damn I knew I was an idiot, but this really takes the cake!
Was my mind playing tricks on me? I thought someone had shouted, but I could have sworn it was not from an external source. And I could only catch the words "Leave me alone!!"
Shaking my head, I reached my hand out and turned off the water.
Showering in cold water was such a bad idea, man. I had wanted to cool off, but if I did not cover myself with something soon, I will most certainly get more than what I had bargained for.
Time to face the bed again…
How long do I have to endure these disturbing dreams?
Dreams that recur every night, saturated with images of red-stained wings that contrasted sharply against an Angel's blue hair, her pained expression… and her last words.
"I… love you…"
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WL: God, how this drags on.
Someone: I'm getting impatient. Bring me in soon!
WL: Considering the fact that you…
Someone: Shut up! No considering, no buts, no ifs! Just do it! Like the Nike slogan!!
WL: Why do I have to suffer from indignities like such?
Someone: Cos you suck. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
WL (mumble): You sound so much like TDA
Author's Notes: I also do not own Nike. Not even a pair of the shoes…dammit.