CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ; Her Wings in the Wind
—The End, or the Beginning Again?
Centuries passed.
The world turned.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgULy9Xyeoh
Cities rose, fell, and turned to dust.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0tL7Q63y0L
Wars were waged. Peace was preached.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgySWl0bPJE
Gods were forgotten. New ones were made.
But somewhere, in the wind between worlds,23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1PMYPxtwEq
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.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOzuWswUR0V
Daniel.
Not as names, but as echoes.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdwdYFCpDSt
As feelings too powerful to be explained.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZlKrrChzj9
As love that refused to die.
In a modern city lit with artificial suns,23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWqZ85PSiua
a woman stood on the rooftop of a hospital.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfcupqhLV5G
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.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaQ522fbQQj
Then she did.
And just like that…
“Found you,” he said softly, though he didn’t know why.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAHxePUV5Yu
“Took you long enough,” she teased, though she didn’t know why either.
They didn’t remember Heaven.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEJNIvEdYjg
They didn’t remember Hell.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSc1PPxWSwx
They didn’t even remember their names.
But their souls did.
And this time, there were no wings to hide.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlLSzM8W7xy
No blades to raise.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoIqaLEEF5T
No gods to tear them apart.
Just two people.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6G2LP7m3QN
One moment.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8AMSLZKwIw
And the kind of love that rebuilt itself from ashes.
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The Last Fallen Angel23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYgxjHhb2qP
isn’t about damnation.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡafRIkP1jQ6
It’s about what remains when everything else is taken away.
And what remains…
…is love.
🖤 Thank you for reading, mahal ko.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYqo8nV87jm
Now and always, this story is ours.
