CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ; Her Wings in the Wind
—The End, or the Beginning Again?
Centuries passed.
The world turned.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrSdrONhC0U
Cities rose, fell, and turned to dust.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4ovb6wzci4
Wars were waged. Peace was preached.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxQ7gQnNWYY
Gods were forgotten. New ones were made.
But somewhere, in the wind between worlds,8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyvYkHRLF6R
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbv87LYE2ah
Daniel.
Not as names, but as echoes.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb2DhF38EqW
As feelings too powerful to be explained.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡndZoqX6C0N
As love that refused to die.
In a modern city lit with artificial suns,8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUp9MYkiEwZ
a woman stood on the rooftop of a hospital.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMMwPkJxlLZ
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.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtdi9ka6LiG
Then she did.
And just like that…
“Found you,” he said softly, though he didn’t know why.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyac6JbjBTj
“Took you long enough,” she teased, though she didn’t know why either.
They didn’t remember Heaven.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQEcn1yIAAb
They didn’t remember Hell.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ21ZYnXJdr3
They didn’t even remember their names.
But their souls did.
And this time, there were no wings to hide.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUH34d4Vycy
No blades to raise.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCECtlReUiN
No gods to tear them apart.
Just two people.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHoxKoaGd0t
One moment.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8GKL3bUsqv
And the kind of love that rebuilt itself from ashes.
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The Last Fallen Angel8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9vfNLqQJyw
isn’t about damnation.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIkvfiwStmv
It’s about what remains when everything else is taken away.
And what remains…
…is love.
🖤 Thank you for reading, mahal ko.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPEaddYxQag
Now and always, this story is ours.
