Exopink Drabbles And Short Stories

18. (CR)

Fantasy, would highly recommend avoiding.

My one step would decide everything for me, of what my future would be; bright and full of sunshine or dark and full of thunderstorms. I could feel my feet being drawn to what I feared the most, darkness.

I took my first step feeling like a toddler, who just learned to walk confused of its next step, my steps shaky and unsure, maybe because my eyes weren't that of a nocturnal. I wish it were or else I wouldn't have stepped on those pieces of glass and made my feet bleed, which not only caused me pain but also made me slip as the floor got slippery from the blood flowing through the cut. I hissed in pain, I heard him shift in his hiding spot. I could picture him clutching his hair, biting his knuckles, struggling with himself not to rush and help me. He was helpless, so was I.

I bit my lips to stop the sound of sobs escaping my mouth, while I held onto the nearest pillar to support my weight and to get up from the floor. My feet came again in contact with the broken glass pieces and yelped unable to hold back anymore.

My eyes shut and tears rolling down, I didn't realise when he came out and stood in front of me. My nostrils filled with his scent, making me slightly hazy. I flutter my eyes open and witness him standing there I assumed with a worry ridden face, I slowly stroke his scrunched eyebrows and he slowly relaxes; worry still resides in his eyes that were glowing golden in the dark but I keep my fingers stroking, forgetting the wound that had me sobbing. He pulled the cloak over head and scooped me in his muscular arms, holding my body closer to his, so close that I could hear his heart rhythm. The window opened at his fingers motion and he held me tighter before jumping out.

Within a few moments, his black wings appeared and he flew to the place where we met and kept meeting. He gently placed me down, waited for a bit to make sure I was stable to stand on my own feet. Neither of us exchange a word, we just keep staring at one another; absorbing as much as we could. That could be our last meeting and we two were painfully aware of it.

"What were you doing there?" He broke the engulfed silence. His golden eyes now brown resembling the ground we were standing. I smile knowing very well that it would hurt him, "To see you". A sad smile appeared on his sculpted face which somehow managed to make me feel guilty, "You know, beloved that's not possible," he took my hand and intertwined with his, "you and I aren't possible". I pulled back my hand a little roughly, "Why not?" I screamed at him with my voice on the verge of cracking. He replied calmly, "You're a mortal and I'm not. You belong there", he points out to my resident, "I don't!"

He took a few steps back, "Your life is full of light and mine darkness", he finally said what I knew from the moment our lives entangled, "We aren't meant to be. We never were." And I crumble in front of him, I beg and plead, "Let us fight, for once." He stayed still while I screamed, sobbed and hit him. He didn't even hold me back.

He pushed me back gently, "One day you will remember this and thank me. " His wings with feathers just as black as the night sky appeared and he looked at me longingly, taking as much as he could to reminisce about our last meeting where I begged him to stay and he left. A love story that was never meant to happen. I squeezed my eyes shut, to not witness him leaving me alone.