half of what you think of me (AkiAngel)

i could do about anything

Aki laid on his bed.

The gentle whirring of the ac was his third companion.

His second is his thoughts of course.

The cheap sheets stuck to his clammy skin.

The humidity in this dingy apartment was suffocating.

His fourth companion was the slowly turning ceiling fan.

Clear blue followed off-white plastic as it spun.

Every revolution marks a turn of thousands.

Aki's fifth companion was the cicadas whirring, pleas of an unknown language.

He slowly blinked and licked his lips.

Shifting slightly, the man with to little time and so much to give tapped his fingers on the blanket he lay on top of.

Unknown patterns of his soul, escaping through his fingers messages of the soul known only to himself but wholly unexplainable.

Denji and Power were gone, his 3rd and 4th companions replaced with apathy and off-white plastic.

Stray thoughts replaced Angel.

What a pale comparison.

Aki chuckled, seemingly startling the night sky.

What could hold a candle to such a being, Aki didn't dare use the word man.

Angel was a being, he should be above the simple labels. He was a devil, he was Aki's obsession.

How could such a restraining label do such a feat?

So, in his head Angel was Angel.

The ac was turned off.

The soundtrack of his thoughts was silenced.

He turned over in his bed.

He dreamed of, off-white feathers and the delicate words of a confession held back.