Dealing with the departure of someone you love deeply can be one of life's most challenging experiences. Mentally and emotionally, it can be devastating, causing a profound sense of loss and grief. Physically, it might manifest in various ways, such as changes in appetite, sleep patterns, or overall energy levels.
Adjusting to life without that person can feel overwhelming. The routine and familiarity once shared may no longer feel the same, and there may be a constant ache where their presence used to be. It's natural to question whether life will ever return to how it was before, or if it's forever altered.
The hardest part of someone leaving is often the fear of losing them permanently. The uncertainty of whether they will ever come back can be agonizing. This person may have become an integral part of your life in a short time—someone you trusted, confided in, cared for deeply, and shared precious moments with.
Regret over words said in anger or haste can intensify the pain, as it brings a sense of responsibility for driving them away.
Saint had been kneeling on the rough floor for nearly two hours, consumed by tears and pleading. It was a moment unprecedented in his composed life—Saint, typically stoic and controlled, now broken and devastated over an angel he had hurt and failed to reconcile with.
His legs felt numb from the prolonged kneeling, so with great effort, he gathered his strength to stand. His weakened legs carried him back inside the now desolate penthouse. Tears welled up again as he confronted the scene before him—Fighter's dead feathers still littering the floor.
The sight was a stark reminder of Fighter's sudden departure and the pain Saint's words had caused. It pierced his heart anew, adding to his overwhelming sense of loss and remorse.
"Fighter... please no."
Saint's heart sank as he finally understood what the angel had tried to convey earlier. Were these fallen feathers a sign of an angel nearing death? If so, he would forever blame himself. The realization hit him hard—he had caused Fighter to suffer once again. He acknowledged his own culpability, feeling like the worst person to have ever existed for hurting such a pure-hearted angel, the only one he had ever wanted in his life.
Collapsing to his knees, Saint wept bitterly as he gathered the feathers one by one, each a painful reminder of the memories they had shared together over the past four short months. Though brief, those moments had been filled with happiness, especially when they were alone together. Now, facing the reality of being alone again, Saint knew the road ahead would be difficult to traverse without Fighter by his side.
"I'm so sorry, Fight."
Saint's voice cracked with sorrow as he acknowledged his role in driving Fighter away. He berated himself for not controlling his anger, for not being more careful with his actions. He knew Fighter's gentle nature, how sensitive he could be, yet his own anger had clouded his judgment, leading to a devastating argument that went unresolved.
Sobbing uncontrollably, Saint gathered all the feathers scattered across the floor, placing them carefully into the blue basket Fighter had bought. He carried the basket to their bedroom but froze at the heartbreaking sight before him—more feathers scattered across their bed, alongside Fighter's phone.
"Fight..."
He walked over slowly, his heart heavy with grief, and sat on the edge of the bed. The weight of Fighter's absence and the remnants of their life together overwhelmed him, tears streaming down his face once more.
Saint muttered under his breath as he picked up Fighter's phone and weakly swiped his thumb across the screen to unlock it. His tired expression turned to shock and disbelief as he saw what was on the screen.
"What the! No... No way! No no no. Fight..."
On the phone, a picture of Saint and his "girlfriend" filled the screen—a moment captured and posted without Saint's knowledge. He gripped the phone tightly in his fingers and slammed it down on the bed in frustration.
"Fuck!"
Saint was furious with himself for not being more cautious. He realized how this misunderstanding could have deeply hurt Fighter, who might have misunderstood the situation entirely.
Saint lay down on the bed, crying uncontrollably. He held onto Fighter's favorite plush toy, now abandoned by its owner, and buried his face in it, mourning the pain of Fighter's departure. The thought of never seeing Fighter again was unbearable, the hardest truth to accept.
That afternoon, Saint couldn't bring himself to go to work. Mentally and physically drained, he remained in bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling, lost in his thoughts and sorrow. Hours passed as he lay there, his eyes swollen from hours of crying, until finally, exhaustion overtook him and he drifted into a fitful sleep.
The sky had transformed into shades of bright orange and red as the sun dipped below the horizon, hiding behind blankets of white clouds. Darkness crept in, enveloping the once-bustling corners of the house. Saint stirred from his fitful sleep as moonlight filtered through the bedroom windows.
He turned his head to the side, expecting to see Fighter beside him, but was met with emptiness. A tear slipped from his eyes as memories flooded his mind—their moments together, now painfully absent. He reached out his hand into the void, curling it into a fist, and broke into tears once more.
"Come back to me..." Saint's plea echoed softly in the stillness of the room, carrying the weight of longing and sorrow for the angel he feared he had lost forever.
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"We did everything right and still he yelled at us," Saint muttered irritably as he signed the papers Zol had handed him.
"Let it go, Saint. He's always been like that," Zol replied calmly.
The atmosphere in the emergency meeting of all department managers was tense. The entire team had been reprimanded for the mistakes of a specific department that hadn't performed well. The general manager's fury was palpable as he singled out individuals and pointed fingers, casting blame throughout the room.
"What a shitty general manager," Saint muttered bitterly as he handed the papers back to Zol.
Since Fighter had left him, Saint had thrown himself into work with relentless determination. Days blurred into nights as he worked overtime, often returning home at dawn only to rise early again for another day at the office. Sometimes, he even slept at work, avoiding his apartment where every corner held memories of happier times with Fighter.
Staying at home filled him with sadness and depression, surrounded by reminders of the angel who was no longer there. Work became Saint's refuge, a distraction from the ache in his heart and the void in his life.
Nearly a week had passed, and there was no sign of Fighter returning or knocking on his door. Saint missed him desperately, to the point where he barely ate or slept. He threw himself into work, trying to drown out the overwhelming sadness, guilt, disappointment, and loneliness that consumed his mind.
"Sir, we're having dinner. Please come with us this time, sir. You're losing weight," Tommy said with concern.
The entire team had noticed Saint's deteriorating health. His weight loss was noticeable, and dark circles underlined his exhausted eyes. Rumors circulated among them, speculating that Saint and Zee had a major falling out, contributing to his current state.
"Nah, I'm good. Next time," Saint replied halfheartedly as his team left for dinner without him.
It had become a routine for Saint to decline such invitations, and despite their concern, his team had grown accustomed to his response. Left alone, Saint sank deeper into his thoughts, grappling with the weight of his emotions and the absence of Fighter in his life. The emptiness persisted, a stark reminder of the void that only Fighter's return could fill.
It was well past 11:00 PM, and Saint was still at the office, the only source of light emanating from his desk. Squinting against the glare of the computer screen, he massaged his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. Leaning back in his chair, he rested his head against its top edge and let out a deep sigh.
After a minute of contemplation, Saint decided to call it a day. He gathered his belongings, shut down his computer, and left the building. The corridors were eerily quiet as he made his way out, his thoughts drifting back to the emptiness awaiting him at home.
Saint arrived home close to midnight, not bothering to turn on the lights as the soft glow of moonlight bathed the house. He made his way straight to the open platform of the rooftop.
Standing near the railings, he gazed out at the starlit sky. Millions of stars twinkled in the distance, their brightness comforting him in the solitude. A memory flooded his mind—the night he had shared with Fighter, an adventure that had been the highlight of his life. They had flown together over a sea of white clouds, danced under the vast canopy of stars, and whispered their secrets to the watching moon. It had been a night filled with love and wonder, cherished deeply in Saint's heart.
Unbeknownst to him, tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. He wiped them away with the back of his hand, exhaling shakily as the pain threatened to overwhelm him. Unable to hold back any longer, he sank to his knees and cried out in anguish.
"Please... please come back..."
The rooftop echoed with his desperate plea, the night air silent and still around him, carrying his sorrow into the vast expanse above.
fromStoZ note: If you want to read a a very short oneshot regarding Fighter leaving Saint. Check out my 'ZaintSee Playlist' compilation and click the 'Oh my Angel' title. Don't forget to play the song.
Thank you. Stay safe and Have a nice day 😊
