Oct 9, 2015
“.....” Idiots. The lot of them.
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“.....” Idiots. The lot of them.
Dear Wodahs, (it looks like the name has been maybe too carefully written but it and along with some of the other words written are shaky)
If you’re reading this, it means I’m no longer able to fight by your side. Permanently. It also means that I never told you how I truly felt about you either. All these years you looked after me and you probably thought I hate you whether it was because of your family relations or because I refused to acknowledge you as a parental figure. It’s the latter. I didn’t want to look at you as my parent not because of the reason given before when asked about it but because I like you. Really like you. Love you even and to acknowledge you as a parent would mean those feelings would not be allowed. I’m sorry I caused you a lot of personal issues.
Even if you didn’t smile often but that alone was enough to keep me going through another day. I thought the world of you with how strong you are- not just your physical but how you’ve managed through it all. You’re probably reading this now… and don’t remember who it is…
(It looks like the ink smudge too much to read, like the writer had been interrupted and they attempted to hide it, which explains the crinkles in the paper too)
It’s late for that now, I wish I could’ve said this in person … Oh well.
Take care. Be good. Stay true to yourself.
Reading this letter might have been one of the harder things she’s done. To have it delivered to her by hand by one of the other soldiers. To be left alone as she stared down at the envelope before tearing it open, pulling the paper from inside to read it. She’s seen death; she’s watched angels and demons alike be slaughtered but none of those things compared to how her heart dropped into her stomach when she read.
She knew, with how shaking the writing was and the mention of ‘parental figure’ just who wrote the letter. She didn’t want to read anymore of it but she couldn’t stop herself. Not even when she caught sight of the words ‘Love you’ and everything after that. Wodahs hadn’t noticed her hands were shaking, hadn’t noticed that she’d held her breath until the very end when she let out a shaky breath.
Her fingers clutch the paper hard, crinkling it even more as she holds it close. Grey eyes squeeze shut in that moment, her knees buckling as she falls to the floor. Breathing heavily, she keeps her hands and the letter pressed against her chest. Jaw tense and small tears pricking the corners of her eyes, she refused to cry then but failed when a soft hiccup left her.
“You fool,” She manages to squeak, her lips quivering, “Baxter, you damned fool...”
shirakamx
“You called?” The angel doesn’t seem particularly pleased at being summoned by the God. No. She’s not happy about it but what can she do? Skip out? Not likely. Even if there were better things for her to be doing at that moment.
She stands at attention, her wings folded tight against her back as her grey eyes focus forward. Staring hard at the God as if she wanted to burn holes into them just from the look.
“Is there something you need?”