(I think the idea is from @Flameheartstar please correct me if I'm wrong)
I opened my eyes and was met with a blue sky.
Strange...
Am I falling..?
It looked so peaceful...
But why does it feel hot...
As if there's lava under me.
I rubbed my eyes and looked down.
It was just white clouds...
I rotated myself so that I was up straight
'Where am I...?' my brain started working again as the gears started turning.
I looked at my hands.
They were still intact...
How....?
Last thing I remembered was looking at a Maniac who was...
Duncan....?
My head hurt slightly.
"Diana, he's going to hell right?" I heard someone say.
I saw a men dressed in a black outfit paired with a black cape, red horns and even a tail!?
'Wait... Diana!?' I looked the other side.
She was there...
She was right there...
Dressed in a white off shoulder dress with elegant angel wings that were slightly stretched out and a pale yellow halo above her.
"Why are you so silent Diana?" The men asked.
"Damian, may you let us have a moment." Diana spoke.
Her voice...
Is just as I remembered.
I just looked at her for a few solid minutes.
She just looked at the ground.
Well the clouds.
"Di-diana..." I reached out my hand as my feet drifted closer to Diana.
She looked conflicted....
"Diana..." My hand made contact with her face.
She didn't look at me.
"Look at me..." I whispered almost like I was begging.
"Diana....?" I called.
She had absolutely no reaction.
"What's wrong...?" I asked.
"Get away...." She said.
'G-get away...?' I thought.
"I-im sorry...? You didn't mean that right Diana?" I asked.
I felt like my sanity was getting thrown out the window.
"Claude de Alger obelia. I mean what I said." She told me.
I didn't move.
"Diana. Please... Tell me, what's wrong!?" I asked.
My hand slides from her face down to her arm and down to her hand.
"What's wrong...?" She asked back.
Her voice was soft yet it hurt.
"Why..." She asked me.
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