(He let himself float on the surface of the lake, trying desperately to focus on relaxing for once. He hadn’t been able to relax since everything with Verchiel happened. The guilt… the shame… the sickness… it was getting harder to handle the weight of his sins and defects. He just had to forget it all. Somehow.)
(He looked up at the sky. It was dark, quiet and peaceful here. And the stars were perfectly illuminated alongside the moon.)
(It reminded him of when they were on Earth with Wormy. That day…. Man, he did that thing too, and he had to keep it a secret as per Teme’s request. God, he just fucks things up all the time, doesn’t he?)
(…This lake was too cold for him. Maybe he should just go back and crawl into his bed.)
(He started to swim back to the bed of the lake.)
[Wind flows through the trees. It's quiet, Peaceful. Not many angels roam around these areas of heaven. Yet the wind brought such a cold feeling to the night.]
[A faint signal glows between the trees, Slowly growing stronger and stronger. That light was from another angel, Right? How did this light only start now? It wasn't there before. But it wasn't getting closer, Simply shining through the trees. Seemingly unmoving.]
