Forsaken

He knew the penalty for his actions and he held no regret for what he'd done but still fear of losing all he's ever known, all he's ever been gripped his heart in a moment of panic.

"You are making a mistake!" he cried but there was no one to hear.

His fate now sealed, pain tore through him as he was stripped of all his heavenly grace his body felt broken, his wings severed, his soul plummeted into deep darkness and as he felt himself fall he watched as the only home he knew faded from view.

Gavin had no idea how long he'd been lying there or where there was, but for the first time, he felt the cold and shivered as the wetness of rain pelted his face. He slowly rose to his feet, and in a moment of disorientation chose to unfurl his wings only to be buckled to his knees in agony.

It was night and there seemed very few signs of life. He was outside of some storefront long since abandoned. The dark windows showing his reflection, his pained expression. He had worn this form before, many times to walk among them, now it would be his for eternity. He gingerly lifted his shirt to see his back not knowing what to expect, the pain was tremendous but the only visible sign his wings were ever there were two silvery scars where his wings once gloriously sprouted from his body.

This body felt weak, almost fragile and he slid down the wall and back onto the concrete slab of pavement needing a moment to regain some strength. A passerby threw some bills on his lap as he walked passed and Gavin would have laughed if he had the ability. The irony of having gone from one of God's elite to a bum on the street was not lost on him knowing the Lord's sense of humor.

Time felt much slower here, he had no concept of it before. He walked what felt like hours until exhausted he stopped to take in his surroundings. The only source of light came from a garish looking sign promoting some diner off of the dark deserted highway.

Oddly enough the place was bustling with life, truckers mostly because there wasn't a town in sight for miles. Gavin sat his tired body into an empty table. The waitress immediately appeared, smiling warmly at him. She took in his disheveled appearance and tousled hair and wondered if he'd been ruffled up a bit but didn't pry.

Instead, pulling a pencil from behind her ear she asked gently, "There anything I can get you?"

Gavin tore his gaze from the window and watching the rain. Sighing, he closed his eyes briefly as if the sight of her caused him pain before shaking his head no in response.

She smiled again before saying, "How about I bring you some coffee?" Refusing to take no for an answer.

Gavin shrugged unconcerned and proceeded to stare out the window. He didn't care what the woman did so long as she'd stop smiling at him like that. Her smile was beautiful but it reminded him too much of another smile, one that was warm and inviting.

He'd been a fool. What did he expect? He knew the consequences of his actions and yet deliberately disobeyed. What was wrong with him? Carissa wasn't his first assignment. He never let his feelings interfere before, but perhaps that was because he'd never been in love before.