Black Feather Falls (COMPLETE)

Oh to be Angelic and Br/ok/en (22)

London
Europe
Present
October 31st, 2016

Every single day that I felt alone or inexplicably sad, I'd read his letter. After that night, the prodigal couple finally came back home with the news I most certainly did not have a desire to hear. They were moving ... again.

New York
November 26th, 2015

The iridescent moonlight gleamed into my room, illuminating as much of it as it could. I'm dressed in my blue and black pyjamas, cross-legged on my bed, trying my best to think of what to write about. Since he left, I have been inside and we've refrained from talking for what I believe to be similar reasons. We didn't want to get sick of each other.

I glanced through my window and realized that I was half-illuminated ... it inspired me to write, but not about my day .... the moonlight. Even now, I still dream the dream about the woman with a calming voice. "What's the significance?" I muttered to myself, dropping the pen I had been twirling senselessly in my hand. Why do I have this dream? Who is the woman? And what on the God's green earth does-

The door, I'm sure I latched shut, suddenly opened. I crawled out of my bed at the sound and quickly rushed to the living room. Upon opening my door, the glare of the bulb on the wooden floors blinded me. I broke the corner and smiled at who I saw.

"Daniel." Happiness leapt from her lips. "I have missed you, my baby." Zahra, dressed in head to toe white, with her hair tugged into a bun, ran across the room and hugged me. I pulled away from her and examined her properly. Nothing new here. I can't say Gosh, how I've missed her.

"I mis-" Suddenly, out of the door barged Israel, with a less than pleasant look on his face. I continued hugging Zahra, ignoring his doom and gloom appearance. Israel is a light sleeper, so he often swayed off in the middle of the calls; not that he cared to be on them anyway. Zahra, in this not so short time, has become the best friend I had always desired. So, every night when he drifted off to sleep, we'd stay up talking for hours. Needless to say, she knew almost everything ... including Zachary.

Israel's taciturn stare was less blood curdling because of his hazel eyes, yet still intimidating.

"Hey, start packing." He was bent down on the ground, skimming through his suitcase for what, I don't know. His snow-white hair grew since last I saw him; he was still as handsome as ever. His looks are unparalleled. Wait, doesn't he mean unpacking?

"No!" He barked, startling me. He read my mind. "I mean, go into your room and start packing your clothes. Now." He demands. "We are moving first thing tomo-"

"You've been gone-" I rebutted in anger "-for God knows how long, and the first thing you do is tell me to pack?!" I released Zahra, who retreated to the ladies' room. "And just where the hell are we goi- ... no -" I barked, refraining from finishing my question. "I am not going anywhere." His body tensed from the back in anger. He flashed his snow-white hair and grunted in displeasure.

"Get to your room now!" He slowly emerged from his crouched position, revealing the vein of frustration protruding from his forehead.

"No!" I repeated, standing flatfooted with rage building in my heart. How dare he! HOW DARE HE! Suddenly, the entire apartment began shaking viciously. It felt as though the earth was about to open up and swallow us whole. My eyes left his seething ones and glimpsed the window and realized that the quake had spread to the outside world. I returned my eyes to his and anger like never before surged in me. Everything in the room that hanged had fallen to the floor. The light above us fell and shattered at my rage. In the midst of the echoing quake, Israel retained his cold, hardhearted posture.