Tethered

Downfall

I'm sorry, don't kill me. Chapter eight of eight. I'm emphasising the fact that this is the final chapter. I repeat, FINAL chapter. (There is an Epilogue)
Again, sorry, don't kill me.

Enjoy.

Mac

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Sachiel feels heavy.

He's not sure what it is but the feeling settles between his shoulder blades and stays there. It's uncomfortable, a tight feeling that pushes at his body and makes him want to keel over. His body is decaying and has not gotten any better as of late, he's been away from the purity of his home far for too long. Sachiel's almost certain his wings are going to fall out and it makes him want to cry.

He'd do so if he thought he could get away with it. Except that kind of behaviour makes Fia worry and she worries about him enough as it is. Constantly making sure he's warm and comfortable, and it's like role reversal but there's nothing he can do about it.

He does wonder however, why someone hasn't come to get him. He knows if angels stay too long on the earth, another is sent to bring them back. So why is he still here? The uncomfortable feeling between his shoulders increases and makes him short of breath. It feels like drowning.

Fia tightens her hand in his, directing his attention back to her and the world around them. She's waiting at the traffic lights to cross the road to get to uni, Sachiel at her side, just like when he first met her.

Sachiel blinks down at her before looking around him. Something doesn't feel right. His shoulders tighten in a different way and he frantically looks around for the source. The air takes on a shimmering haze and he's too busy trying to work out what's happening to notice Fia's hand slip from his.

She steps out into the road as the lights turn red before him. At the same time, hands clasp around his arms and pull him back. He sees the flash of black and feels the familiar power of home radiating behind him, but he's too focused on the fact that Fia hasn't seen it. Hasn't seen the speeding vehicle and so he fights, watching the oncoming car speed up, and tries his best to get to her.

It's too late, she's stepped into its path.

It's like the first time he saw her. His chest is tight and he feels like he's being strangled. He can't breathe as he falls to his knees.

She's looking right through him, a tear rolling from her unfocused and wide eyes. Her soft brown curls frame her face, and ever so slowly blood begins to trickle from her temple, making its path down her face. The air shimmers before her and there's a flash of black before the shimmer closes again. The pressure between his shoulders dissipates.

She's dead.

Sachiel can't breathe, can't think, and can't feel. He's numb as he falls onto his side on the pavement and his vision fade to black, Fia's lifeless eye's the last thing he sees.