Angel of the Fallen Star

~ Sorry ~

Chapter Three: Logan

           I betrayed you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. She lay motionless on the cold, dank cave floor.

           Rewind.

           I had waited in the woods for her for hours. I knew she would come. She would come just as I thought after I kissed her and said that we were forbidden, three days before. But she did come, long blond locks freely floating behind her. She ran with such grace, precise, lithe as a leopard, like nature's gymnast. She was so slim and beautiful. Such beauty. It was beyond belief. Nobody could even imagine anyone so angelic until they took one look at her, and then they knew. Everybody did. Everybody but her.

           And her eyes. You can fall in love with her eyes every time you are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of their perfect colorful shine. I did. They changed color constantly, like a kaleidoscope. Bluest blues. Warm chocolate browns. Spring greens. I could watch them change color for hours. Sometimes, I swear, they even change purple, or silver, or any other unexplainable colors that nobody else could have. They made me melt.

           So innocent, too. She had no idea of her true, flawless beauty. No one could take their eyes off of her every time she passed by. She never noticed them. Them watching her as if nothing could make them yank their eyes away. I didn't blame them.

           My princess.

           Angelica was my princess and no one else's. And I protected her well. Well enough, that is, until that day. I did my job and took good care of her. I had her, and I didn't fully realize what a precious jewel she really was. I had her, and had to let her go, like a dove flying into the dawn. But I refused to let her go. They always say you never know what you have until it's gone. Now I understand. She was always sweet and kind, but I knew she also had a secret fierceness hidden deep inside her, and it was my job to get it out. She doesn't even know she has it.

           When I heard about how fairytale princesses had friendly animals that sang with her and helped her, whenever I heard of them, I couldn't help but think of her. What a silly thought to laugh at.

           We know each other so well. She thinks she knows all there is to know about me. She's wrong. But there's so much she doesn't know.

           I saw her sitting on the rock and I instantly knew what she was thinking about. That day. I knew she thought she'd never see me again. I knew she wondered if she could hold onto hope. And she did hold on, and held on tight. And after I stood there, just watching her, and she looked like a water nymph saying her prayers, I knew that this was it. I knew that from now on, life would never ever be the same again. I knew I couldn't go on living anymore after this. I knew that I would never see her again. So I savored those last few moments, knowing that we would be entirely, forevermore, severed from one another's warm, precious kiss, torn away at the seams like a sacred flower being pulled up by the roots.

           When I pulled her close, held her in my arms for the last time, caressed that single strand of luscious blond hair, I understood the pain she had felt. I knew her heart was aching. I knew the pain she had felt even in the time we couldn't see one another and I felt that pain like she's a part of me, like we are one. I felt her intense longing and knew how confused she was.

           "I love you," The words dared to escape my lips and roll off my tongue, and I couldn't snatch them out of the air and take them back again, even though she would want to with all her might once she knew the truth. She won't believe me when I will say it was true. Our trust went up in flames. I could practically feel the painfully seering fire burning me, licking at my legs, spiraling my arms, painting my face with a wail of extreme guilt and sorrow. And I had no choice but to face it, stepping into the raging flames, no hope of escaping its heat-laden prison that enveloped my soul, sealing my doom, my fate. And yet I would do all that to save her, only if it was for her. If only she knew why. Why I had to do this. Why I needed to to save her. I don't know if she will ever understand.

           There was poetry in her eyes, even when I saw the light extinguish out of them, they still held poetry she was dying to get out of her.

           It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, but I knew that eventually, it would save her. I summoned all my might and strength, plunging it into her heart, not hurting her, but killing her. Why? I thrust that golden dagger, glinting  in the sun's bright light, into her heart, and I saw her eyes widen in shock, disbelief.

           "Logan..."

           My heart was shredded to bits, and I refused to do what I had to, I couldn't bare to watch her suffer one little bit, refused to harm one single stray strand of her perfect hair. I prayed, with all of what was left of the space that had contained the dignity of my shattered heart, to God that she would be safe, my heavenly angel. I would do nothing, not one thing to hurt her, ever. But if I wanted to do this for her, to give her this one last gift, I would, hoping that it would save her.

           I began to cry, tears rolling down my cheeks, mingling with hers and the blood, intertwined like rivers telling our seemingly endless story. Never forgotten, never known.

           Why? Why did it have to be this way? I envisioned a peaceful, happy life for us together, but it only taunted me, tantlizing, so far away, no hope of ever reaching it, even if I had a thousand lifetimes to try. It was agonizing, watching her lie in my arms, innocent, helpless, I was still holding her hand and pressing her body close to mine. I never took my eyes off hers, and I held her until I saw the bright glow dissolve out of her eyes, and her hand in mine went slack.

           Lifeless.

           Her body stopped quivering.

           "No," I said. "No. No!" I cried. "Bring her back! Noooooooooo! Angelica. Angelica, my sweetheart, don't go. Don't go." My voice dropped low, whispering, and I kissed her  lips softly, as if willing her back to life, but to no avail. "My precious angel, don't go. I love you. I love you........"

           And I knew that it was over. It had not saved her, but ended her valuable life.

           "I love you......"

Author's Note

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