Azrael was flustered by his sudden confessions. Cried for her? Is he having a nightmare? Azrael did feel a sense of pity for him.
It was probably for his girlfriend that he was crying like this. Azrael stroked the back of his head trying her best to calm him.
Only after moments he finally calmed down and let go of her, embarrassed by hugging her like a puppy.
"Better?" Azrael asked once he completely let go of her hold. She rested her face on her elbow and looked at him with an amusing look.
'Humans will always be the strongest and weakest creatures of the universe.' Those were the words of the woman who took care of her and was also her mother in name.
Azrael was sure, August didn't have some fate of groom to her but something else. His destiny was already written this was just before the story.
His story has not started it was just the prologue and in this prologue of his she is just a pawn to push him to greater height.
Azrael was curious to know about this story. Who was he? What was his story? And how big of a story he writes in the walls of annals? And what was her role in all of this?
August nodded, quite skittish about his actions earlier. He gulped hard, unable to meet eye contact with her. August was more agitated to think what he may have said in fear.
Azrael didn't respond, instead her hand went up to him and she just ruffled his walnut shaded hair.
"Okay, good night then." She got up.and left before he could even react or say something to her.
Till he moved his gaze at her she was long gone from his room. Leaving him alone, but he was grateful for her help.
The nightmare that bought him pain every time he had it. The one that makes him afraid of every human to ever exist.
For decades just to hide that fear of his he started using laughter and humour as his personality. And among the line it had become his habit to crack jokes at most inappropriate times. Just a joker that was he? And a joker who can't cry even at his own misery.
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At the centre of the city, where tall skyscrapers stood out like mighty coulombs that held the sky from crashing into the earth.
The roads were crowded with cars and streets swamped with people of different backgrounds. Where the hustle and bustle of the metropolis never dies down, there was a youth coming out of one of the giant buildings.
His curly dirty blond hair hides most of his forehead. His eyes were kept well hidden by his black spectacles.
York sighed, sitting down at the bench in front of the building. He looked nothing out of ordinary, even his clothes were simple so was his look. Just an average guy that people rarely put interest on.
"Erbous?" A gentle voice landed on his ears. York couldn't help but look up even if that was not his name the voice was like songbird singing that he couldn't help but peek in response.
York's heart stopped, seeing the lady standing in front of him. Her long silver hair let down freely to her waist. Face of a goddess, and a figure that he only sees in a museum.
Fragile and gentle like those porcelain dolls, just a touch can make crack. That's how she looks to him.
York came out of his rail of thoughts and shook his head in refutation. Valerie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Of course he can't remember his past. How foolish she was.
Still Valerie let out a smirk biting her lower lips and hopping at the seat beside him. Their bodies are almost touching.
"Anyway, what's your name?" Valerie asked innocently, smiling.
York was surprised by her sudden advancement over him. He was taken aback with whatever was happening. York instantly stood up from his place, leaving Valerie in daze.
"I am sorry but I should get going." York apologized and ran away before any further.
On the other hand, a smile of fascination appeared on her face. She shifted her gaze up at the leaving silhouette of him.
"You are still the same." She muttered to herself with longing eyes.
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"Hey, lady. Are you okay?" A guy, probably in his teenage years, shook the woman who laid on the soft green grass peacefully.
Valerie's tranquil was interrupted out of nowhere by the shaking. Just because she was a goddess, doesn't mean she never requires rest.
'Ugh I swear I will kill this guy!' Valerie swore in her mind, and opened her eyes to look at the guy in front of her.
He must be merely seventeen or eighteen. His body looked lean as if he didn't get much nutrients. His long messy hair hides half of his forehead.
Erbous moved his hand away, seeing her awake and in a bad mood. He had no intention to annoy her, it was just he was out with his friends hunting when he lost his way and ended up in the lake.
Erbous was not really native to the place but he had still visited the famous place before. It was known among his friends for being the best hunting ground.
Since he was already lost, Erbous decided to check the lake out. It was serene, covered with mist, something out of the world. The dark lush green forest surrounding it is a barrier from the human world.
On going closer, Erbous noticed something on the bay. It looked like a person. Squinting his eyes and going closer, he saw her nestled peacefully on the soft green grass that grew a few inches away from the bank. Her pale legs touching the sand deposit on the embankment.
Her white hair, hiding her jaded face. Valerie was mumbling something in her dream. Even though her clothes looked intact and she herself sounded tranquil. Erbous couldn't help but check out if everything was alright.