Strings In An Angel's Wings (Chains of Puppetry Series #1)

Epilogue - Part 3

Epilogue - Part 3

I slowly reached for her hand, my touch gentle, afraid that even the slightest pressure might shatter this fragile moment. I brought her hand close, and with a tenderness that matched the love swelling in my chest, I pressed my lips to her skin.

I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me—the warmth, the comfort. It was a feeling I knew so well. The feeling I only feel when I'm with her.

Home.

She is my home.

Just the mere thought of her is enough to calm the raging storm within my soul.

"N-naaalala mo na ako?" she whispered, her voice trembling as if she could hardly believe I was really here.

I nodded softly, guiding her delicate hand to rest against my cheek.

God, how I missed her... I missed her so much.

The moment my memories of her came flooding back, it was as if the heavens themselves answered my deepest prayers.

I have never been a man of faith. I rarely set foot in a church, and attending mass was never part of my routine. But the instant her face returned to my mind, the first thing I did upon waking was fall to my knees and thank God for His mercy. Despite everything, He was kind enough to let me remember the angel He had sent into my life.

Meona... The angel God sent to me.

"I don't remember everything yet, baby, but I remember you..." I gently kissed her wrist, "I remember how I met you, how I fell for you, how I felt when I realized I had fallen for an angel like you, how I said I love you for the first time, and how you said you love me too..."

I remember it all...

That day, when I saw her crouched behind the restaurant she was working in, tenderly petting and feeding a stray dog with leftovers she probably had collected from the customers' plates, the way she giggles while watching the dog jump with joy, her eyes sparkling with the kind of kindness that could only belong to an angel, in that moment, I knew—I had already fallen for her.

I couldn't even bring myself to deny it.

Her manager scolded her for what she did.

He chased the puppy away.

The little creature ran to me.

And so, I adopted him and named him Sky.

Sky, angels fly in the sky.

I've never been particularly fond of the idea of having pets. Growing up, the only animal I saw regularly were the horses on our hacienda. But that day, I felt an overwhelming urge to keep him. Because through him, I witnessed her smile for the first time, I saw how genuine, gentle, and kind she was even when the world isn't.

I fell for her that very day.

I fell for her hard. So hard that I couldn't even stand a day without seeing her.

"I don't remember everything yet, but I remember how much I love you... And how I will always come back to you..." I gently said as my heart swell with so much adoration and love for this angel.

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I thought being able to remember her would be enough. I thought that recalling our moments together—smiling, cuddling, telling each other how much we were in love—would be enough. But it wasn't.

My jaw tightened, and my fists clenched as I watched her, curled up and sleeping peacefully beside me, dressed in her usual pink pajamas.

Tears stung the corners of my eyes as I gently traced the scars on her hands.