(This is a special chapter I made for my friend, it doesn't have to connect to the actual story.)
It's been a long time since Ezra's death. Ever since that day, Sullivan was filled with grief. It was the most devastating and lonely feeling he has ever felt. It was very difficult for him to move on from it. Aside from Neith and Fallon, Ezra was the only person who actually cared for him with all his heart, and the only person who would never judge him for who he is or what he is. He felt so alone without him, he actually enjoyed his company, and now he's gone. Ezra changed everything for him. He showed him that there was still beauty in the world, even after all the darkness Sullivan had been through. Ezra made him feel alive. He accepted Sullivan for who he is, even with all his flaws and mistakes.
Without him, he's nothing.
Ezra would do anything for him. Even if it means risking everything he has left. And he will never regret loving him, even if it costs him his wings and his life.
It's been a year since that happened. Sullivan had to go back to his old life, taking people's lives, whether innocent or not. But it was different than before, he took all his anger out on them, losing control. He wanted to move on so badly, but his memory of Ezra was always there.
It's 10 A.M. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds. Sullivan was walking down the street, his hood over his head as always, his eyes locked onto the phone in his hand as he types out a message to Neith while walking. A few moments later, he finally slips his phone inside his pocket as he continues to walk down the street. He was on his way back to his apartment when he passes by a park. The park is filled with the sounds of laughter and nature. The children laughing as they chase each other on the playground.
Sullivan hesitates for a moment before walking towards the bench from afar. But then, he suddenly stops in his tracks when he realizes a man is sitting on it. Sullivan was about to turn away, but then he took another look of the man.
The man was sitting on the bench, you can tell he's relaxed. His arms were spread along the back of the bench, his head tilted back, and his eyes closed. He was wearing a loose long-sleeved, white striped polo, with brown baggy pants.
Sullivan's eyes lingered on him, the man seemed familiar to him, and he can't really tell why. The man was also wearing a brown hat and glasses. Sullivan then narrows his eyes, trying to understand what's going on.
A few moments later, Sullivan decides to just shrug it off and continue making his way towards his apartment, knowing Neith is waiting for him.
He continues walking down the street, deep in thought. When he gets closer to his apartment, Sullivan tenses and his ears twitch at the sound of feet rushing towards him from behind, his heart rate quickening slightly. And instinctively, his hand reaches for the knife hidden at his side. He turns around just in time to see a man running towards him with their arms spread out, the same man that he saw at the park earlier that day. There's a bright smile on the man's face as he approaches Sullivan. Suddenly, Sullivan's whole body stiffens as the man throws their hands around him, wrapping their arms around him in a rough embrace.
Sullivan's eyes are wide in shock and confusion, his hands raised, one of them still holding onto his knife, frozen in surprise and discomfort. After a few seconds, he roughly pushes the man away, causing him to stumble backwards. His eyes narrowed, and his eyebrows furrowed. His expression a mix of annoyance and wariness. His grip on the handle of his knife tightening as he speaks.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Sullivan exclaims, his tone sharp and cold.
The man steps back, trying to maintain some distance between the both of them. But then, he lets out a chuckle. Sullivan's eyes narrow even further at the sound, his grip on his knife tightening even more. "What's so damn funny, huh?!"
