Crow. | Angeless [C]

Chapter 23 | Goodbye

          Goodbyes are never easy, but some are so hard. These words are some of many amazing lines written in Finch's journal. How he ever became a painter was a wander to me because he could've been such an incredibly writer. He, just like Tokyo, was taken much too soon. At least he died quickly.

          Vampires can die in few ways; Exposure to sunlight/being set on fire, catching disease, being impaled with silver or wooden stakes, and being beheaded. Obviously death by fire or disease would be agonizing and slow. Beheading someone is a little violent and disturbing. Leaving the unfortunate best option for euthanizing to be a stake through the heart. It was gut wrenching to even think about.

          Obviously these creatures are not God's children. In fact, they would rather die than believe in something so idiotic. So, they would never dare call someone a child's Godfather or Godmother. However, they do believe in a similar practice at which they appoint a guardian to their kids. A guardian not only takes care of the child if something happens to the parents, but they also act almost as a third parent.

          As the evening progressed, I found out Chris is/was London and Tokyo's guardians. That explains why he was taking this so much harder than the others. His heart, as strong and as kind as it can be, can't take much more. Being his mate, I wanted desperately to help him. I just couldn't find the right way. The most I could do for now was be at his side.

          He sat in the arm chair in the living room. I was propped up on the arm of it. His arm wrapped around me, resting just below the metal workings on my wings. Everyone else was sat around, not knowing what to say. There was nothing left to speak, in my opinion. Chris quietly stood up. He kissed my forehead, then hesitantly headed to the back bedroom. I just let him go. Something told me he wanted to go alone.

          "He'll never stop blaming himself." Kuza muttered.

          My head snapped up to look at him. He was sat on the floor across from me. There really wasn't much left for a place to sit. His arms rested over his bent knees lazily. He sighed and let his head fall against the old cabinet behind him. When you think about it, it's an odd thing for him to say. He's never going to let go of what he did to me or what he did to Chris. Though Kuza hasn't admitted it, I do think he eventually got back the memories of what happened. I can't imagine how hard to would be to live with that image in your head.

          Moments later, Ryan and Josh walked back inside. They wore the sorrow on their faces without even trying to hide it. This wasn't going to be easy in the slightest. It was so sudden too. I knew Tokyo wasn't well but I didn't expect him to go downhill this quickly. No one did. Maybe he was simply fate that he ended up back home in his final days.

          Ryan walked around the backside of me, gently feeling along my wings. "Tell me if I hurt you at all." He said. There was a little discomfort but it wasn't deep pain like before. "Nothing?"

          "Nothing. They feel fine." I responded.

          "Do you think you could fly if I took the cast off?" He asked.

          "Yeah," I glanced over my shoulder him, "Why?"

          Ryan moved over to the cabinet that Kuza was leaned against. He opened a drawer, pulling a tool out. "I figure it would be best if we had an angel gracing the sky tonight." He replied.

          I'm not an angel anymore but I guess I'm the closest they had. They all agreed to bring Tokyo to the foot of the mountains. There's a creek there and wildflowers. It's rather peaceful. If I were knowingly going to die, I would want the last thing I saw to be the ones I loved and the night sky. The stars here sparkled so brightly. I can only hope he too will appreciate their beauty.