"An Angelic Farewell"

We were angels when we walked away that day.

Finally, after all these years, we were leaving that prison behind, breaking out of the chains that had bound us to that cruel mountainside for so long. We were abandoning that poison, that venom, that acid that had eaten away at us for such a long time. It was gone, and nothing could hurt us anymore. Finally, finally, our wings were free, and this time, they would stay free.

We were angels then, and we walked away from it all.

Nah, we didn't walk.

We flew.

You and I, soaring through the heavens on our new, beautiful, free wings, darting through the clouds and riding on the wind. I remember how wonderful and clear and free that sky was, that endless blue sky, and I remember you in it. You were wonderful too.

Were.

And what changed, my love? What ever changed about you? What's different now? Did the poison from our past return to infect you?

You haven't been the same for a long time.

I thought we walked away from all this.

I thought we left the chains behind.

I thought the poison was gone.

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe all this time, the poison has been you, and maybe I'm the only one who gets to be an angel, the only one who gets to soar freely in the sky.

But I don't want to be an angel without you. I want to fly with you, and only you, and I can't bear the thought of taking to the sky on my own. I can't bear the thought of flying without you by my side. But if you're the poison...

I don't have a choice.

We were angels then. We really were, and I cherish the memory of that - I really do. Most of all, I cherish the memory of you, the memory of you before you were like this, before you became like the poison.

I wish you would go back to that.

But until you do, I have no choice but to walk away again, and this time, I'm alone. And for that reason, I will walk, not fly, and while I still have my wings, they are not fit for flying unless you're here.

We were angels when we walked away that day.

I'm a mortal as I walk away today.

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Some time later, I realize that while leaving you behind hurts, now the poison is truly gone; perhaps now I will truly know freedom. Perhaps the air will become clearer, the skies bluer, the heavens brighter, and perhaps the world will become something I can love, even without you in it. Perhaps this can still be a life worth living, a path worth walking, even without you by my side.

Perhaps I can learn to fly on my own.

I unfurl my wings, white as snow and as bright as day, and look up at the empty sky. There are no clouds. There is no moon. There are no stars. But it does have one thing - freedom, and that's the very thing I've been searching for all this time. Now I can finally have it.

I bid you farewell, my love.

Perhaps one day you can join me in this beautiful, free sky.

Thank you! :eyes:

Thanks!

Hhh that one writing has the feels

Beautiful. I like it.

I wrote a thing: https://authors-academy.fandom.com/wiki/Brittle_Bones

I never use this, oops-

Here's some 5 a.m. rambling :eyes:
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"What became of the man who wept the tears that drenched our land?" the child asked, hopping over a rock.

"You mean the storm cloud?" Nightshade asked with an eye roll. "It moved on. Weather does that. Shocking."

"Hehe, shocking," August said. "Get it? Because lightning?"

Nightshade shot him a murderous look, and August only grinned broadly, ducking under a soaking wet tree branch.

"You really should adopt that kid. You're here helping me with my dad jokes -- that shows that you do, in fact, have it in you to be a-"

"I'm not taking care of the brat," Nightshade growled, pointedly steering his horse to the other side of the path.

The child merely blinked and remarked, "Such a word has been used to describe me on countless occasions. I think you should be more creative, Sir Nightshade."

"Ooh, she's sassing you," August said.

Nightshade ignored him and whipped his head around to glare at the child, his eyes frigid and burning with irritation. "I told you to stop calling me that. Just Nightshade is fine."

"He is that," August said with a whistle, and Nightshade looked ready to disembowel him right there.


 

August is a big mood

I regret nothing: https://authors-academy.fandom.com/wiki/The_Joui_Four_Go_on_Dr._Phil

Thank you! >:3

I wrote another wacky thing: https://authors-academy.fandom.com/wiki/The_Joui_Four_Go_to_Home_Depot

“That’ll teach you to meddle in the affairs of real samurai, lowlife scum.”

"I lust for destruction, for the end of this world...but it's all very unfortunate that it had to meet its demise so, so soon."

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"And you? What do you fight to protect?"

"My freedom."

"Freedom... That's a word I haven't heard in a long time. Tell me, foolish samurai... What is it like to be free?"