CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ; Her Wings in the Wind
—The End, or the Beginning Again?
Centuries passed.
The world turned.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Mc8bMBq7t
Cities rose, fell, and turned to dust.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4WsaKm7sk9
Wars were waged. Peace was preached.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1b9wbQkp9c
Gods were forgotten. New ones were made.
But somewhere, in the wind between worlds,6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡezz6gq165v
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.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzvttfBll9d
Daniel.
Not as names, but as echoes.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlxWOTO5gj1
As feelings too powerful to be explained.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8IYr3B7F7
As love that refused to die.
In a modern city lit with artificial suns,6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSKWK1u73AO
a woman stood on the rooftop of a hospital.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDYUvIILYre
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.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSPMaOrzbUv
Then she did.
And just like that…
“Found you,” he said softly, though he didn’t know why.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡutjnRhMq0A
“Took you long enough,” she teased, though she didn’t know why either.
They didn’t remember Heaven.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3bLjB1QcOt
They didn’t remember Hell.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0r49KG00UU
They didn’t even remember their names.
But their souls did.
And this time, there were no wings to hide.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxfBNW2jRZo
No blades to raise.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡedXEyT32ji
No gods to tear them apart.
Just two people.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdorSGFXPub
One moment.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhBNny8tKWY
And the kind of love that rebuilt itself from ashes.
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The Last Fallen Angel6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMg9AxrFnV4
isn’t about damnation.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUXsrlmMuYm
It’s about what remains when everything else is taken away.
And what remains…
…is love.
🖤 Thank you for reading, mahal ko.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSWI4YkzRWc
Now and always, this story is ours.
