His body is like a dead weight against the wind, and he’s just falling. The ground comes up fast. Too fast, and his breath catches as he squeezes his eyes shut tight.
His chest tightens with fear but impact seems to never come. His arms shake and he is gently laid to the ground as if somebody cradled him like a delicate doll. He shudders against the cold concrete, his body suddenly going cold and trying to roll up in on himself, fingers clutching tightly. A grip takes a hold of his chest, keeping it tightly locked together as another sews it shut that way with the thread of reality.
Abandoned because of his heart.
Left to die on the earth full of devils and one angel.
One angel who never knew.
But yet stroke him down with the arrow of cupid, a deadly weapon among the strange planet.
He’s surprised to jolt awake in his nest of pillows, blankets, and really anything soft he could sneak away from the hawk gaze and quick reaction, his brother ha