On the day of Azzrael's departure, the air was heavy with a bittersweet anticipation. Raizel and his mother, Tita Scarlet, accompanied him to the airport. The rain, a silent witness to their emotions, added a melancholic touch to the farewell.
As they stood in the bustling terminal, Raizel's eyes reflected the storm of emotions within. Azzrael, dressed for his journey to Russia, felt a mix of gratitude and sorrow for the two figures who stood by his side.
Scarlet, with a mother's understanding, embraced Azzrael tightly. "Take care, anak. Russia is far, but your home will always be here."
Azzrael nodded, his stoic demeanor softening for this moment. "Salamat, Tita Scarlet. You've been a second mother to me."
Raizel, trying to conceal the quiver in his voice, spoke with a smile. "Azz, take Russia by storm. and don't forget don't starve yourself remember your not allowed to go high in drinking alcohol nor smoke , we'll be counting the days until you come back"raizel kiss him in forehead..." and wait wait if you ever meet vincent again say hi for me he deactivate his acc just WTH happened to him."
Azzrael, touched by their words, felt a lump in his throat. "yes captain i'll keep that as a promise and I'll miss you both. This is not goodbye, just a 'see you later.'"
As Azzrael walked towards the departure gate, the rain outside intensified, as if nature itself wept for the temporary separation. Through the glass walls, Raizel and Scarlet watched him disappear into the crowd, their hearts heavy with the weight of farewell.
In the midst of the airport's transient chaos, Raizel whispered to his mother "He'll be back, won't he?"
Scarlet, her eyes fixed on the rain-drenched runway, nodded. "A love like theirs can weather any storm. He'll find his way back."
[ON THE PLANE]
In the plush confines of first class, Azzrael found himself cocooned in luxury, yet the opulence couldn't shield him from the ache that lingered in his heart. The memories of Raizel's tearful farewell echoed in his mind as the plane soared towards Russia, and the raindrops on the window seemed to sync with the tears welling up in his eyes.
Seated in the spacious comfort, Azzrael, known for his composed demeanor, allowed a moment of vulnerability. He spoke to himself, the words soft and almost drowned by the hum of the plane's engines.
"I miss them already," he admitted, his gaze fixed on the rain-kissed clouds outside. "Raizel's smile, Tita Scarlet's comforting presence—it feels like I've left a part of myself behind."
As the flight attendants offered delicacies fit for royalty, Azzrael felt a sense of irony in the extravagance that surrounded him. His solitude in first class was a stark contrast to the warmth he left behind, and the tears, like silent companions, traced a path down his cheeks.
"In this sea of luxury, I feel more alone than ever," Azzrael whispered to the solitude of the cabin. "The distance feels insurmountable, and these tears... they're like echoes of the love I've left behind."
The plane, a vessel carrying him across continents, became a metaphor for the vast expanse of his emotions. As he soared higher into the sky, Azzrael, with a touch of irony, admitted, "I'm like a cute puppy yearning for home, navigating through the clouds of separation."
In the silence of first class, Azzrael spoke words that only the solitude could hear—a private conversation with himself, a cathartic release of the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.