Epilogue
I do the best I can to make everything okay, but I have to strike a deal: Eternal punishment for Feliciano's life. I ruined the course of human events as it should have been and because of that, I deserve punishment worse than what Prometheus got. My wings are ripped off, and I am sent hurtling to Earth. I never land. I fall and fall and fall and fall, but never land.
After an undeterminable amount of time, I am set free from my never ending freefall. I am ripped of my angel status, though they leave me with the memory of it, and am sent down to Earth as a baby.
Everything is strange when you're a baby. Sights and sounds and smells and colors all overwhelm my brain, making me cry because it's too confusing. Sometimes the light hurts, and sometimes the dark is too scary to look at, and it's too cold all the time. At least I'm wrapped in blankets and held most of the time, but it's still cold and scary, especially since I know how to talk but can't form the words.
As I age, I slowly grow distant from the angel memories I have. I am still one personality, but it's like there are two versions of it living in one body: The angel version and the one-year-old version. Even though my true self grows far away, I still notice something: My uncle is Feliciano. He is older now, and looks worn, like all the hope he once had was taken away from him. I know exactly why, of course... but there's nothing I can do to help him. My angel self can't speak, and my young self doesn't know who he is, who I once was.
My Father is clever. He has devised the ultimate punishment: Watching as Feliciano grows old and weary of life while I am young and unable to help.
It goes on forever.
A/N Well... Lame ending is lame. *shrugs* At least I've finally finished it, yeah? Yeah.
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