Don't Let Go

Prolegomenon

His place in my heart is important as the blood that makes it beat. Our love...no this love is always looked down upon with distasteful eyes. Much like water and oil. Something pure and something impure. They tried to hide me away from him and at times I would hide myself to escape his malicious scenes. Though, no matter how far I would go he would always find me. He eventually stopped and started again like a child taking a nap who awakes with vital energy. This time when he slept he slept for ages stuck in an endless nightmare that consumed him whole. He awoke this time not as a child but as a predator whose food had been snatched from him. I now figured out who the food was. Once again he had found me as I always will be in his eyes...food. His demeanor was different, but I still felt a pull to him as fear tugged me the other way. What could I do? Deep down he was still there fending against the nightmare. I could not stay away for his good and my own. There was nothing anybody could do about it. He was my other half. Knowing all my weakness, and strengths. They all saw darkness in him, but I knew he had light in him. I loved him, and he loved me. At least that's what I thought.

Looking into his face as he embraced me with both of his arms. His face held a serene look with ice blue eyes glaring into mines. Our lips connected making a surge charge through our bones. Making us draw even closer. He lingered the kiss as if we were to never be with each other again. Then slowly pulling back he picked me up my body draped in his arms. It was just like old times. I felt safe in his arms...in the blink of an eye that all changed his expression turned dark will malign intentions. He looked at me then over the edge of the cliff. I looked at him almost in disbelief knowing what he was about to do but it was too late. In an instant he threw me over but I reacted fast, and grabbed the edge with one hand. 

I was gasping with panic about to scream for help when I heard footsteps drawing near me. The same man who had just attempted to throw me over a cliff knelt on both knees as if he were about to pray. Instead he began lifting off my fingers one by one. When he got to my last finger he said "Rosario has fallen down." and pried off my last finger. The face faded away as I was falling faster. As I was falling multiple pairs of black hands and tendrils grabbed, and entangled my body stinging to the touch. Feathers began drifting in the air rapidly as I felt the most excruciating pain...My wings being torn from my back. Knowing my saddening fate. It was far too late to call for help. Yet I still attempted to the very end. Freeing one of my hands I reached out, and then darkness

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