Clipped (COMPLETED)

Passage Five

"Crying is cleansing. There is a reason for tears, happiness or sadness"

July the 14th, 2017.

The kettle popped as I looked out over the busy city, I could hear the bustle of everyday life from the balcony doors - which were slightly ajar. It had been almost a week since we had run in to the demons, since we stood only centimetres apart from one another. I broke my gaze away from the overcast sky and effortlessly lifted the kettle from it's plate. 

Tilting the hot water in to the cup I began to mix the chocolate powder in, creating a pleasing chocolate aroma. It was comforting. Placing the kettle down I sighed, I looked over at the tray which held cold food. I had tried to get her to eat, but she didn't even touch it slightly she just let it go cold. Maybe this would help, I told myself. I put the spoon on the side as I pulled out the carton of milk from the large fridge freezer. 

I poured the cold liquid upon the top of the warm brown coco, as I watched the milk infuse with it - I felt my heart hurt. A feeling I could not explain. The feeling was brought on by her audible crying which was muffled by the walls. I placed the milk back were it came from, and stirred the drink once more. 

"Emily," I shout out, her cries became more quiet as I spoke. "I made you some hot coco, is it okay if I come in?" lift up the large mug and walk over to the bedroom door. I could hear shuffling from behind the door as I looked down at my bare feet, the higher-ups hadn't informed me of anything about the attack which caused me worry. 

"Come in," her nasal voice broke between words, I asked for forgiveness as I entered her bedroom. Pushing the door open I saw that her room was disastrous in appearance, books lay around the floor with damp towels placed in a pile in the corner. My eyes rested upon her, she had a large t-shirt over her torso with her hair up in a bun. She looked at me, her eyes fogged and red at the corners from where she had cried. I stepped in to the dimly lit room towards where she sat. 

"I admit," I say halfheartedly. "It probably wont be any good." I held the mug out, hovering it before her face. She smiled as she lifted her hands up slowly. "If you are hungry just let me know." I say as she takes the mug from my hands. 

Not wanting to outstay my welcome, I turned around and walked towards the doorway. I feel her hands tug around my shirt, causing me to stop in my path. I looked back at her, she was kneeling as she held me back. "I am sorry," she whispered before loosely letting go of me. I turned around so I was facing her as she wept, confusing filled my being as I knelt down to see her face. "Why are they after me?" she asks. "I don't understand, I am endangering your life and others just to be safe." 

She looked up. Her cheeks puffy as her face was wet with tears, placing my hand on her shoulder I smiled weakly. "I am an outcast aren't I? Even my father didn't tell me what I am, he said I was human...but no human can see angels," She grabbed on to my shirt as she shook herself from side to side. 

Lifting up my hands I placed them on hers, which were entangled with my top. She looked down at the ground her body shaking, "I don't live, I never have." I admit, causing her to quieten. "An you may be an outcast who can see angels but you don't know what I see, you aren't seen as an outcast for how you appear." She looked up, her eyes full of questions. 

Taking a deep breath, I did something no mortal would ever see. The room shook as my wings outstretched, their black and large figure blocking the majority of the light. She reached out for the feathers. As her hand stroked the soft feathers that were laced within my being, I smiled. "Why are they black?" she asked her eyes fixated on them. 

"In an experiment Wes did," I stated. "He said I looked weak so we tried to get more lighting in me...and then this happened." I looked at my stained wings and smiled. "I have always been one, since I survived a demon ambush, since I came back with skin like this...since I lost control and sent lighting flying in all directions - but since then I have learnt who my true friends are." 

"Remi and Wes?" 

Nodding I spoke with pride, "We both may be outcast's but we can see ourselves as individual." As I ended my sentence I felt her body fall in to mine, I looked down to see her. She was clinging on to my body, as she cried. 

"I am so sorry," She whispered once more, her tears making my jeans wet as she sobbed against me. I moved my wings so that they were surrounding her, holding her. I smiled as she allowed me to comfort her, allowed me to listen to her fears and feelings. "Thank you." 

Then the rain came.