lonely lights | supernatural

two- the pancakes

   After that, I realised that my dear father made me blind, as a warning, as an example. He wasn't able to let the fact sink, that his own daughter would prefer her brother to him. He felt betrayed, an archangel not listening to God.

     Through a few emotional years, in which I tried a thousand times to communicate with him, either with prayers or screaming. Days of just looking into the heaven, wishing, remembering what it was like up there. Missing my siblings. I missed them so much, laughing with them, just living our existence in heaven. Yet, all good things had to come to an end. And if I had the chance to relive the moment, take back my action, prevent my fall. I would do exactly the same.

I realised that, even though the blindness, I was able could experience the beauty of this world. I was able to see the true worlds beauty, which my father want us to love more than anything.

After taking my fall, he expected me to break, to beg for my eyesight and his forgiveness again. That I would come back to him, crawling, like one of his servants. Regard my behaviour and promise him to follow him, be his perfect daughter, a perfect archangel, like he planned on raising us all. He expected me to follow his rules and stand, by the side of my brothers, with him in heaven.

That's why I did exactly the opposite of it, I lived my life on the fullest. Even only to rebel against his will.

I visited the most magical places to be, I tasted the most delicious food to eat. And I met amazing people, but yet, it felt like something was... missing.

I felt it in my heart, it was missing the surrounding of my brothers. Gabriel, Lucifer, Michael and all the others. They were always there and, even though our father was very strict and expected us to act all grown up, stay serious at any given moment, they always managed to make me laugh. Gabe especially, with his little tricks that lightened our day.

But my heart knew that I couldn't change that, I couldn't turn back in time and erase the action, which lead to my fall. But perhaps, I could do something, a little step back to my normal life.

~*~

I stood into the full cafe and took a deep breath in. A wave of the smell of Fresh croissants, coffee and bread hit me, as I listened to the few people talking.
On my right side, I could catch a few words of a conversation. It sounds like an older man had dinner with his husband, talking about their anniversary. How lovely.
Smilingly, I heard a waitress walking to me.
"Welcome, Ma'am to the Aroma Mocha, thank you for choosing us. Do you have a reservation?"
I nod and told her the name Skye, on which I reserved a table.
"Alright, Ma'am, follow me please."
I took out my white cane, although I didn't really needed it, unless my powers were too weak.
I used it to keep the image of a blind woman in public, who neither has wings nor angelic senses.
As I sat down, the waitress handled me a menu.
"Thank you." She responded with "no problem" and walked away.

I sighted and opened the menu, wishing that it was written in braille. I ran with my finger over the lines and let out my breath, when I realised, that it was indeed there.
I read all the dishes and found the perfect one.
I waited until I heard that the waitress was near me, I signal and told her my choice.

I knew, that I didn't need human food or drinks too survive, but it feels special to me, when I try them. I tasted the most extraordinary dishes on the world, just to experience the joyous things alive. Because I knew that my eyesight doesn't define me as a person, my soul does. And, not until the day I will sell my soul to a crossroad demon, which I am not planning to do in the next time, I'm keeping it.

I took a deep breath in and already smelled my order. Smilingly, I waited for the waitress to come by my table and I thanked her. She put the plate in front of me and walked away, after she told me that, in case I'd need anything, I could call her anytime.

I took my focus on the plate in front of me and I was really excited. The smell came again, punching its way through the air to my nose. The smell was definitely one of my favourites of all the time. Pancakes. I took in all the wonderful smell of the food, craving to taste it. I took my cutlery in my hands and right when I wanted to begin, I sensed a man sitting on the free chair in front of me.

The chair made a squeaking sound, as he sat down. He didn't ask, he didn't speak, he just sat down, as if this place was reserved for him. I stiffened, wondering why he was here, waiting for him to leave. But he didn't. On the contrary, he ordered a coffee, decaf. I cleared my throat, as I felt his gaze rising up to me, waiting patiently for me to speak.

After a few moments, I sensed his aura and grinned. He had a warm, forceful, yet surprisingly honest aura. It surrounded me, comforted me. Yet, it seemed like judging me, demanding me to open my secrets to it. Telling me to correct my sitting, to behave according to the expectations, to act perfectly. Like in old times.

I recognised this man. I recognised him with all my senses, with all my memories. I missed him so much, but honestly I didn't expect to meet him. Here, on earth. I laid down my fork and spoke to him.

"Hello, Michael."