Windclaw's POV 2 (PT 3)

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"I CRIED FOR THREE DAMN DAYS! Those letters held my heart and soul in them! I was sorry, more sorry than I had ever been! I wanted to come back, I really did! But I couldn't do that alone, I needed help. Those letters were me asking for forgiveness, those letters were my true thoughts and feelings!" I cried

"But if you hate me fine! Then just kill me, I have been hurting for the past 5 years because I had lost myself, I had shattered my very soul leaving." behind me 6 faint beings appeared. They each looked like me, but were glowing white and had cracks in them. Each one had a different color eye.

"I had been tortured being Crowley's apprentice, knowing I would never get you back. I wanted to come back, I really did." I said, my voice getting softer

"But I had already broken..." I said, I reached up and clasped my hand around a necklace. It was the necklace Gabe had given me for christmas. I had worn it for every day I had been gone, wishing I could go back and tell Gabe my real thoughts. I had been in more pain than anything Crowley could've ever made me feel.

"I had loved you with my entire being..." I said, tears streaming down my cheeks as I looked helplessly at Gabe.

"but you left...... You didn't even let me help " He said.

"if you loved him..... You should have never left..." Eliza said, glaring at me.

"I left because I had no choice! And I tried to let you help, but you burned those away. I wanted to come back but I couldn't. You didnt know the hold Crowley had! He had everything, He was threatening to hurt you if I didnt do as he said!" I said, still crying.

"your just lucky you weren't the one torn apart by Crowley... I know how that feels. Yes it hurts... But Gabriel.... God Gabriel.... You ruined him...." Aliza said, appearing in the room.

"I know..." I said, hanging my head

"I guess even if I wanted to I dont deserve to be accepted back...." I said, more tears falling from my cheeks.

"I guess this is goodbye then..." I said, reaching my hand into my pocket, my fingers wrapping around the gun I always carried. I saw no point in living anymore, seeing there was no chance he could live a happy life without Gabe. Death seemed better than living an unhappy life full of pain and strife.

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