CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ; Her Wings in the Wind
—The End, or the Beginning Again?
Centuries passed.
The world turned.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkQg4FNSxZ3
Cities rose, fell, and turned to dust.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQN3HqEYumm
Wars were waged. Peace was preached.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGyppcBiX07
Gods were forgotten. New ones were made.
But somewhere, in the wind between worlds,12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhCx9r1b9Co
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.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhCn3bRL67d
Daniel.
Not as names, but as echoes.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlC8bBZZUdC
As feelings too powerful to be explained.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7vmwqufwMJ
As love that refused to die.
In a modern city lit with artificial suns,12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiKbVPcr6s1
a woman stood on the rooftop of a hospital.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXJf6znSL0z
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.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1H9Y41mo0e
Then she did.
And just like that…
“Found you,” he said softly, though he didn’t know why.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPpRg6eucIS
“Took you long enough,” she teased, though she didn’t know why either.
They didn’t remember Heaven.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQp1jegefsn
They didn’t remember Hell.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaF1qKaKBXz
They didn’t even remember their names.
But their souls did.
And this time, there were no wings to hide.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo1D7t161sn
No blades to raise.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtijER2LpEo
No gods to tear them apart.
Just two people.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNYSxW36o8T
One moment.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmG3ZrOjPzC
And the kind of love that rebuilt itself from ashes.
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The Last Fallen Angel12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeHvRAEDLNj
isn’t about damnation.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzNrBO7eOuF
It’s about what remains when everything else is taken away.
And what remains…
…is love.
🖤 Thank you for reading, mahal ko.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAr9QiCg1ZY
Now and always, this story is ours.
