Wings

Chapter 50

Chapter 50-After

I held onto the handle of my suitcase and bit down on my lip as I waited outside of Hotel Grey. It was dusk and Opal placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder when I continued to chew on my lip. "If this isn't what you want to do you don't have to leave." I shook my head. After the battle, I couldn't look at Ashered the same. I was ridden with guilt.

His wing had to be stitched back and he barely spoke to me. His eyes were dark and haunted. I couldn't bring myself to say anything and the only time I had realized he was there was when he held my hand at my fathers funeral.

Simone was dead, Opal had a permanent scar on her neck and my connection with Simone and all my other specials had broke. I still felt a slight simmer between Ashered and I but I didn't have the heart to chase after it. My mother was heartbroken but braving a face for me. "I have too." I sighed and I watched as a city car pulled up. I swallowed smiling at Opal. She returned the gesture and enveloped me in a hug. "Don't let guilt rule you." She said and I nodded pursing my lips.

The only person that knew I was leaving was Opal. I had tried to talk to Asherd but he was continually busy and I had resorted to just a note. We even had seperate rooms now and I felt broken at the thought of everything.
"Good luck." She said before turning and walking inside. I placed my bags in the trunk and before I entered the passenger seat I was stopped by my mother. "Honey, wait." I turned to my mom and took the envelope she stretched out to me.

"Your father wrote this for you before he passed." I blinked and rubbed my eye. " Thank you, mom." I said my voice sounding like I had a bubble in it. My mom sniffed and grasped me tightly. "Be safe." She mummered and with that I got into the cab and left behind the hotel which was also a castle.

Four Months later: Apartment 312, Lilly path, Colorado. 

I wake up gasping. My hand digs into the side table as I reach for the pocket knife I've left there. I suck in a breath placing my hand in my lap as I realize its just a dream. I swipe my forehead and move the damp hair from my face. I turned on my phone, wincing at the light that shone in my eyes. I sigh at the time and decide to get up. It was Five Am and I had to be at work in the next hour and a half. 

I push back the blankets and carefully brew myself a cup of coffee before taking a shower. I see the sun slowly begin to rise from the window in the bathroom and I close my eyes reflecting on the last four months.  It was right after the summer when I had left and now it was November. I had used the money my mom gave me to travel away from Ashered and her. I had blocked my location and  got a job as a secretary for a corporates boss. Luckily Mrs. Day needed a secretary badly and had seen a "spark" in me. 

I dried myself off and traced my hands over the fog covered window, eyeing the slight graze of snow that descended upon the earth. I dressed myself and wrapped my hair in a towel. I drank my coffee and Blow dried my hair before grabbing my necessities and heading to work.

After a long day of work I proceeded to go to college so that I could obtain my business degree. Afterwards I found myself still in my work clothes, passed out on the couch. 

Once more I found myself awoken by a nightmare, only in this my mother had died. I felt a pinch in my chest and reached for the letter that had sat unopened on my coffee table. I brushed my hair from my face, clearing my throat. I looked at my dads handwriting and thought back to the dream and without a second though I opened it.

Hope,

I know this is not the kind of letter you want to read. I'm gone and its okay. It was meant to happen. I died protecting the ones I loved,  I don't doubt that I would do anything to protect  you and your mom. Watch over her for me, will ya? 

Ashered is a good man and I am gonna guess that you either stayed with him or you left from guilt. Don't let it eat up your happiness. You have a man who loves you. Think about how hard it was for him to almost lose you to Simone. My darling girl, keep your chin up and keep moving forward, don't settle for anything less.

-Dad