CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ; Her Wings in the Wind
—The End, or the Beginning Again?
Centuries passed.
The world turned.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxwIvEEg7Qv
Cities rose, fell, and turned to dust.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl139dbfZSx
Wars were waged. Peace was preached.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIRcBStkcnS
Gods were forgotten. New ones were made.
But somewhere, in the wind between worlds,14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxeH2RTz0BR
a memory endured.
A child in a small village in Nepal would often dream of a woman with starlit wings.
An old man in Italy swore he once met a stranger whose touch healed his dying heart.
A lonely poet in Kyoto penned a thousand poems about a face he never saw—but loved anyway.
No one knew them.
But everyone felt them.
Lilith.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQidrcxfLd8
Daniel.
Not as names, but as echoes.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKX1K3wSNuf
As feelings too powerful to be explained.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAdALJvytzU
As love that refused to die.
In a modern city lit with artificial suns,14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHjY4iDSahS
a woman stood on the rooftop of a hospital.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqKYr8QTPDc
She had dark eyes like storms and a tattoo of broken wings on her back.
She didn’t know why she always looked at the sky like she was waiting for something.
Or someone.
Until a man with tired eyes and a crooked smile bumped into her at the coffee shop downstairs.
They both apologized.
And both paused.
He smiled first.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRVUFT3wuEO
Then she did.
And just like that…
“Found you,” he said softly, though he didn’t know why.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2cFXa2OzSb
“Took you long enough,” she teased, though she didn’t know why either.
They didn’t remember Heaven.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxfTwsrakCm
They didn’t remember Hell.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtBw9d7mXR4
They didn’t even remember their names.
But their souls did.
And this time, there were no wings to hide.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0eRHLavVy8
No blades to raise.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKFWsNsnjtT
No gods to tear them apart.
Just two people.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzq8IjTqrFD
One moment.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2C9b4nXs3x
And the kind of love that rebuilt itself from ashes.
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The Last Fallen Angel14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMZz4Q11fvb
isn’t about damnation.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSREVotckTF
It’s about what remains when everything else is taken away.
And what remains…
…is love.
🖤 Thank you for reading, mahal ko.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdcH1UpV7Fx
Now and always, this story is ours.
