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3nodding As the feathers fell around my ankles I cringe from their color.
My once white wings, so pure, changing colors so
drastically, making my stomach lurch.
Was the clarity nothing more then an empty
promise ? I
thought I would be the right thing to do. Any heartfelt sister would try to do anything possible to save her twin brother.
The pain surging through my back was so intense that tears stung at my eyes. Looking up from a veil of glisten, I saw the figure that had done this to me. The say grey eyes my own face held. The familiar
black hair
that fell into his face. The hands
I grew up holding, now grasping my shoulder and tearing at my wings.
To save a soul by tarnishing your own will always burn at your mind though I suppose is they're that important to you, you should try anything to save them.
As I look at him I see he has tears falling down his own cheeks.
"Brother," I whisper and look at
him. I regret dieing now. I wasn't aware he would fall so fast. The scars on his wrists are sill burning deep. The rope burns are still
apparent around his neck. Is this true love?
Is wanting to be with me so bad that it would come to this
? I'm not sure how to react as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and hugs me from behind. I can feel as his breaths become
unsteady and his sobs grow louder.
Draping my hands on his I smile and know that to save my brother eternal damnation seemed my fate.
"I don't get to become and angel." He sobbed into my shoulders "Something's wrong with me." The feeling of stricken regret
starts digging at my heart again. My eyes kept falling on the wrists that wrapped around me. Is love a good thing then? Love can make a person go mad and that can't be a good thing, can it?
"No there isn't." I tried my best to soothe him. "Don't worry," I patted his hands lightly and whispered, "we're together now."
"But your and angel," He started to sob harder then kissed my wings softly over and over again. "Your wings...your beautiful wings." He kissed my wings one last time then buried his head deeper into my shoulder. "I'm so
sorry." he stated.
"Not anymore. I felt as my voice cracked. The pride
I had felt only moments ago slipping so drastically away. I
turned and hugged him hard. "I'm not an angel
Angel." I smiled and wondered if I was wrong. To give up my afterlife to stay connected with my twin brother is a big decision.
Shaking my head violently I laughed and knew, "
No one who once served under God can be an entirely bad person."
At first
I didn't realize I was talking out loud. Thought it didn't matter, I knew he understood my point. Families are meant to stick together.
And especially to catch you when you fall......Even if it's from Heaven
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