Burning Echoes & Secrets | BL

"Tick tock, tick tock, the clock's ticking, Ambrose. Who'll you choose? Me or him?"

What do you think of when you hear the word 'Angel'? A statue of white in a divine pose? A baby? Or perhaps you think of someone who you'd admire from afar but never from up close?

For Angel Ambrose, the word has always served as a reminder of a scheme planned many, many decades ago. A reminder of how he was just the result of a cruel, shrewd and wicked conspiracy...

Society had long turned its back on him. Friends and family were words he never even knew. He was the type of man who looked desirable, but really was just a broken heart carrying a sense of desolate serenity.

If anyone else were in Angel's place, they'd have ended their life long, long ago. But guess what? He was no different either. He tried to do so all the time, but... something akin to a miracle, if you could call it that, would happen every time he tried to do so.

An echo sounded through the wind, carrying the whispers of a lover he'd never had or met. The voice was toneless, but he'd still hear it. The underlying smile, affection, love, disappointment, & sadness.

It was nothing more than a weak & guilty conscience he'd had, at least that's what he called it, for becoming a coward & not facing it head-on.

The world called it cowardice, he called it wisdom.

But there was something in that weak voice sounding in the back of his head, that made him continue living. What magic it had, he didn't know... all he did was, he had to find out who it was.

By hook or by crook, he'd find it.

But here's the thing, some things are better left untold. It's not without a reason. They're left untold so that you'd continue living in peace. But what did they say? Curiosity kills the cat.