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me. I couldn’t miss the scent of his blood; it was filled with his smell of sand and water, intensified to an unexplainable degree. He almost squeezed the breath right out of me as I felt him lift me from the ground.
The stench of death in the cold breeze whisked across my face as the last breath of air slipped from my lungs. I gasped searching for more air. His grip finally loosened enough for me to deeply breathe in the fresh air above the trees. I choked on it on the verge of violently. I opened my eyes in shock as we flew over the dark-infested field of the dammed. I looked up at his face, which was practically glowing from the sun reflecting off of his skin. As far as I could see in either direction, glorious, smoky wings pulsated up and down, over and over again. They were more beautiful than I had ever dreamed, and so was he. He looked at me with such sadness as we descended to the river bank that we knew would be there.
It felt like we sat in silence for an eternity. He was angry at me for making him come to this place, more so for forcing him to show me something he wanted no one to know about. There was no denying that my dreaming state was telling me something important, something that was in fact true. I finally stood up, sore but stronger than I ever had felt in my life, and walked up to him. He sat near the water, hidden from me by his wings. Blood seeped from the wounds they caused. I could feel his pain inside me; the heartache was worse than the initial rip as the wings tore through his back. I felt a piece of my soul reach out to him. He sat their silent and hidden, refusing to even look at me. I was so afraid he was disgusted with me. I stood in the water in front of him and grabbed his face between my palms. He turned away but I was stronger than him. I turned him back, kissing him; nothing in return. I stared at him as he watched a single tear betray me as it rolled down my cheek. He softened and wiped it away from my face.
“I put us in horrible danger by doing this,” he said as he glanced at his wings.
“You also saved us. Does it hurt?”
“It did. Not so much anymore. I don’t even know how it happens exactly. I just will them out.” I reached for them curiously and heard a growl from him, similar to a rabid dog. I retracted in fear and his face filled with shame. I reached again and this time he only turned from me, silently. My senses became instantly overloaded as I lightly touched the feathers. I felt them flex under my fingertips. You are so beautiful. Are you an angel? He snickered, almost as if that were an insult. Am I…like you?
“We need to go. Can you give me a moment?” He brushed me off with his right wing. I thought that would offend me but the shiver it sent through my body made me not care so much. I nodded and stepped away. He watched me as I slowly retreated at his request toward a large rock that seemed out of place, even in that moment. I stepped behind it, my back to it, and slid down into the fetal position, clutching my knees for safety. I heard him whimper and a thump from his wings recoiling. My heart felt heavier than it ever had. I stared at the darkness and knew this was only the beginning of something much bigger than either of us.
CHAPTER 8
Our final papers were due the next day. We had spent the last two days in complete silence. I had focused on my school work, unsure of what to say to him or how to fix the mess I made. The more I read on fallen angels in the Book of Enoch, the more it came to light Cole may have been holding a darker secret than his wings. The showcase for my artwork was the following week. I had turned in all of my work and my teacher was more than excited to show me off to the world. I, however, had never felt more like hiding from it. I hoped he didn’t stay angry with me forever. He was there with me but it was more like a shell of someone who used to exist.
He closed the laptop on the kitchen table and leaned back into a
The stench of death in the cold breeze whisked across my face as the last breath of air slipped from my lungs. I gasped searching for more air. His grip finally loosened enough for me to deeply breathe in the fresh air above the trees. I choked on it on the verge of violently. I opened my eyes in shock as we flew over the dark-infested field of the dammed. I looked up at his face, which was practically glowing from the sun reflecting off of his skin. As far as I could see in either direction, glorious, smoky wings pulsated up and down, over and over again. They were more beautiful than I had ever dreamed, and so was he. He looked at me with such sadness as we descended to the river bank that we knew would be there.
It felt like we sat in silence for an eternity. He was angry at me for making him come to this place, more so for forcing him to show me something he wanted no one to know about. There was no denying that my dreaming state was telling me something important, something that was in fact true. I finally stood up, sore but stronger than I ever had felt in my life, and walked up to him. He sat near the water, hidden from me by his wings. Blood seeped from the wounds they caused. I could feel his pain inside me; the heartache was worse than the initial rip as the wings tore through his back. I felt a piece of my soul reach out to him. He sat their silent and hidden, refusing to even look at me. I was so afraid he was disgusted with me. I stood in the water in front of him and grabbed his face between my palms. He turned away but I was stronger than him. I turned him back, kissing him; nothing in return. I stared at him as he watched a single tear betray me as it rolled down my cheek. He softened and wiped it away from my face.
“I put us in horrible danger by doing this,” he said as he glanced at his wings.
“You also saved us. Does it hurt?”
“It did. Not so much anymore. I don’t even know how it happens exactly. I just will them out.” I reached for them curiously and heard a growl from him, similar to a rabid dog. I retracted in fear and his face filled with shame. I reached again and this time he only turned from me, silently. My senses became instantly overloaded as I lightly touched the feathers. I felt them flex under my fingertips. You are so beautiful. Are you an angel? He snickered, almost as if that were an insult. Am I…like you?
“We need to go. Can you give me a moment?” He brushed me off with his right wing. I thought that would offend me but the shiver it sent through my body made me not care so much. I nodded and stepped away. He watched me as I slowly retreated at his request toward a large rock that seemed out of place, even in that moment. I stepped behind it, my back to it, and slid down into the fetal position, clutching my knees for safety. I heard him whimper and a thump from his wings recoiling. My heart felt heavier than it ever had. I stared at the darkness and knew this was only the beginning of something much bigger than either of us.
CHAPTER 8
Our final papers were due the next day. We had spent the last two days in complete silence. I had focused on my school work, unsure of what to say to him or how to fix the mess I made. The more I read on fallen angels in the Book of Enoch, the more it came to light Cole may have been holding a darker secret than his wings. The showcase for my artwork was the following week. I had turned in all of my work and my teacher was more than excited to show me off to the world. I, however, had never felt more like hiding from it. I hoped he didn’t stay angry with me forever. He was there with me but it was more like a shell of someone who used to exist.
He closed the laptop on the kitchen table and leaned back into a
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