A/N:…I need to stop typing…I'm running out of stuff to type!!! …enjoy!xD
Wings of Glass
Chapter Nine
Oliver's bedroom was dark and silent. It's only occupant was not yet asleep. Amidst the gloom, a pair of large, expressive lavender eyes were seen staring into space from under the sheets. They were surprisingly dull and almost indifferent.
The green-haired boy was stunned. This queer new emotion that dominated his soul was utterly sad. It left him feeling desolate, empty…too sorrowful for tears. It scared him and at a point he marveled at how mortals could stand feeling such loneliness. One question ran through his head over and over again like a scrolling marquee. It was the sole reason for this feeling of abandonment and he was willing to spend the whole night thinking of what possibly went wrong earlier that afternoon.
Moments later, bright, radiant light swallowed the little room before converging to form a celestial visitor.
"Oliver? What's wrong?"
There was a tell-tale sniff. "Why Johnny?"
The red-haired seraph sat beside his best friend and began stroking the poof of grass colored hair. "Why what?"
"Why can't he love me Johnny? Why can't he say he loves me?"
Unseen ocean blue eyes dropped their guilty gaze to the bed sheets. "I knew it would come to this…" he mumbled.
"Why Johnny?" the poor sick angel rolled over at face the redhead. "I did everything I can! I searched his heart! I told him how I felt! We're perfect for each other! Why can't he love me?"
"…because you two were never meant to be, Oliver." Johnny said, his voice soft yet stern.
"What? How?"
"He's a mortal. He has a life, a career, good friends. You are…immortal. You are invisible, not to be seen. You are only to help people on Earth and detach yourself from them because their world is different from our own. You can't love Enrique, Oli…It's impossible. An angel and a human can never be together. God forbid! It's unheard of…"
He saw the angel hand his head.
…
"Oh Oliver…" the addressed was pulled into a fierce hug. "I'm sorry. Enrique…he doesn't know you. His binds to his mortality forbid him to feel the same as you do. I'm…really sorry. You can't be together."
Without waiting for an answer, the radiant light left, giving the greenette time and space to understand.
--
In less than a week, Dr. Enrique Giancarlo worriedly but silently watched the rapid deterioration of Oliver's sunny personality. True, the boy was getting better yet he was becoming more depressed. The Italian confided this worry to his best friend, Dr. Robert Jurgen.
"It must be a side effect of the medication he's on."
"Medication? Oliver's not on any medication! I'm worried, Jurgen. It's like something happened overnight after that…bathroom incident."
Wine-red eyes looked at him with concern. "Look Giancarlo, it must he his personal problem he want you to butt out of."
"What?" the blonde was appalled. "I'm not even butting in on anything! What did I ever do to him?"
"Well…what has he told you?"
Enrique frowned. For the past three days, Oliver hadn't been speaking much, except when asked questions. "He…he told me I do too much."
Robert raised both eyebrows in mild amusement. "It's not exactly your fault is it?"
The blonde shook his head.
--
The pair was in the living room…specifically, on the couch.
"Oliver?" Enrique asked softly. "You aren't eating."
"I'm…not…hungry…"
"But you're getting better. Your fever's gone down and you're regaining strength. You have to eat."
The younger one said nothing and passed a dispassionate glance at the meal before him.
"I'm…sorry…Enrique…"
The blonde doctor heard that word mentioned a lot recently. Anxious summer blue eyes searched averting lavender ones for an answer. He was surprised when he found them devoid of all emotion.
--
The greenette awoke late the following morning; Enrique had already left. He noted with some satisfaction that he body had completely recovered. His heart felt quite detached to it as his body was feeling happy as it was feeling sad. Oliver's resolve was firm. Sunlight streaming through the open window seemingly melted the boy sitting on the bed in the middle of the room as the angel slowly closed his eyes and ceased to exist in the world.
Invisible to the naked eye, Oliver locked the Italian's apartment door behind him, leaving the neat, tidied up living space behind to step out on to the street.
He had the strength to run. He had the strength to escape this sullen madness threatening his being to insanity. He had the strength to exonerate Enrique from having to take care of him. It seemed he had the strength for everything except one thing, which Oliver nor we have known yet.
Where to run?
The first steps were unsteady and unsure. The baking hot sidewalk felt painful under his bare feet so he quickened his pace. Oliver headed to the north of France at an energetic sprint. The angel's God-given power and strong will to support his cause became temporary wings. Like a plane preparing for lift-off, the boy flew to the end of the Earth, determined to fill the gaping hole in his heart with something other than the thought of Enrique.
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The telephone at the Jurgen home jiggled frantically in its receiver, looking as urgent as its caller.
"Bonsoir, you've reached the Jurgen Residence." The purple-haired German was seated right beside it, enjoying the daily newspaper.
"R-robert?!"
"Gian—Enrique? What's wrong?"
"It's Oliver! He's gone!"
"What?!"
"He's gone! I've searched the entire building and down the street! They said they didn't see him leave the apartment!"
"I'll try and look for him." And without waiting for a reply from the other end, he hung up and stood.
"Johnny! Kai! Rei!" Robert's sonorous voice summoned the three ereathral beings from their heavenly home and brought them into the doctor's sitting room.
"Oliver's gone missing from Giancarlo's apartment…" he began.
"What?!" the three cried in unison.
"The last time I talked to him, he was very depressed." Johnny added.
"I gathered," the eldest of the group said darkly. "We're going to look for him, before he does something stupid or drastic…and doesn't finish this exam."
"What DOES happen what you don't finish an exam?" asked Rei.
Kai smirked. "Don't you remember what happened to good ol' Lucie?"
Robert shuddered. "Oliver doesn't deserve that. Let's go, men."
The seraphs spread their magnificent wings and flew out the window, taking off in the direction of the four winds.
TBC
A/N: if y'all have any questions as to who Lucie is…or any other question for that matter, be free to ask when you review! …enjoy!xD and ciAo…