Tearful.

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"What would you do, if I died?"

"I'd risk my life to save you, just because I love you."

"What if I died right now?"

"I'd die with you, just so I can love you wherever we go."

"Then goodbye, Trinity Vale."

And that's when he jumped off the 10-story building.
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"DOCTOR HELP HER!"

People backed away, my father frantically called for a doctor, my mother weeping uncontrollably, and my brother feeling around, trying to stop my wound. It was gushing blood, and I could see the light. I felt a pair of cool hands grip mine, my fingers entwined in theirs. It was Acario's no doubt, I was sure of it. The sound of quick paste food steps slowly faded, and the feeling of tears dropping onto my chest stopped. I was peaceful.

"... Trinity?"

"?"

It was white, it was paradise. A Utopia. I no longer wore my blood tainted clothes. I was wearing white, same with Acario. He was standing right before me, his black hair rustling in the wind. The grass swayed under my feet, and the distress was replaced with a feeling of solitude. The sudden feeling of warmth descended, leaving me alone, invisible barries seperating us. I could feel his cries and his fists pounding on those invisible walls, but why should I care? Didn't he commit suicide right before my eyes, torturing me? Didn't he leave me, and left for no apparent reason? Didn't he admit he lived in discomfort, and I was his only hope? Why care, you lied.

"Trinity?"


The landscape changed, it was now a barren wasteland. My clothes were now tattered and a metallic taste of blood broke its way into my mouth, the bitterness haunting me as reality swarmed over me.

"TRINITY!"

It was voices from my life, yet we were... Disconnected. I drifted away, as I heard both voices scream my name silmutaneously.


"Vale!"


Nobody called me that. Not anymore. But hurt soon came over me like a blanket covering you up. Except the feeling wasn't warm, it was cold and painful. Your heart scrunches up and your throat goes hoarse and dry.

"Acario?"


His face was over mine as I lay on the dry gray grass, and his hand lay on my bleeding cheek.

"We don't have much time. If you don't wake up, you'll die."

"Why did you leave?"

After he stopped his sentence, I piped up. He was a bit puzzled why, but I couldn't care less if I died. I was the one who plunged the knife in my stomach months after that incident. The constant tears that flowed at random times hurt. It was painful, just like... Now.

He chuckled now, and my brows furrowed as I pouted.

"Oh little one, there are so many mysteries to be uncovered. Some shouldn't be revealed... Yet. Be patient and remember-"

He stopped, his eyes twinkled mischievously.

"I love you."

He planted a kiss on my forhead and crumbled into dust, and I rolled over, trying to grab him before wind picked him up and took him away.

"NO!"

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I woke up with a pang in my head and I was pushed back down by a pair of strong arms.

"Jason?"


My brother was there, his expression emotionless. His eyes flickered for a moment, but his frame was stern.

"Don't."


That was all he muttered before walking out of the room.


"... Acario..."
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*barriers

 

*cut out "and left me" before "apparent reason" and add "for" before it. .-.

 

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"Acario..."

My cat Pine purred affectionately as I rubbed her fine fur coat. I stared into nothing as I tried to collect myself, yet I was failing miserably. I couldn't explain it, it was just confusing.

"Acario..."

"Oui, ma chérie?"


It was at the back of my head. The voice coaxed and vexed me, and I curled my hands into fists as tears silently fell. He always spoke in French, so softly and it tickled my ears. I miss him. Yet we were long gone. Worlds apart.

"Ma chérie?"

Here it comes again. The voice was louder, yet it maintained its cool and soothingness. It didn't come from the back of my head though.

"Acario?"

"I'm here."

I turned around and saw him next to me, sitting on a chair and his... Wings unfolding. He took out a flower from the vase and placed it on my ear, his signature smile caotivating me. He was glowing, and I couldn't believe it.

'Please God, don't let this be a dream...'

"It isn't."

It wasn't. In fact, it felt very real. His hand reached to way to mine, not disturbing the metal pole that held the bag of blood I needed to stay alive. I grabbed onto his wrist, wringing it, making sure he was real. I was afraid it was a dream; a hallucination, and when the doctors come and inject me with a syringe it would be gone. All of it.

"Ma chérie?"

I glanced up at him and sighed. He maintained his delicate features, but he wasn't the same. He was... Angelic. Not human.


I heard footsteps and the nurse came in, my fears coming true. She held a syringe in her hand and walked over to me, an injected the liquid into my arm. I winced, but the strong desire to sleep was overwhelming, that my eyelids dropped and I took a last glance at him. He was smiling back, angelic tears falling from his beautiful face.

"... Don't leave me." I made it out in barely a whisper, yet fearing that he would evaporate into thin air, like he did before, except he disappeared into a pool of blood.

"I won't."

"... Promise...?"

"I promise, ma chérie."


And that was before sleep claimed me, and dreams infiltrated my mind, dreams of a Utopia with Acario.
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Ma Chérie means my darling in french. Oui means yes.


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Two months passed and I lay in bed with Acario, hugging him, crying myself to sleep. Nobody could see him, only me... I was labeled as a freak at school, and I was being childish about it, but he was my only comfort. My parents had a disdain for him and voiced it in a furious way. Jason looked up to him, like a brother, so he believed me.

"... *hiccup* *sob* *hiccup*"

"There there ma chérie..."

He picked up a glass of water and handed it to me, kissing my forehead as I stained his white shirt with my tears.

"*hiccup* don't... Gooo..."

I was wailing, and he could sense my desperation. He pet my hair awkwardly as I arched my back in a way that was impossible, and fell off the bed. The pain was excrutiating. My face had an infection from my dad's hand. He slapped me, and I haven't treated it for days, even if it was bleeding in and out in a furious way.

He conforted me, like always. His kisses were always soft and passionate, and they always calmed me down. It didn't matter if life was hell, with him, and only him, it was a private Utopia.
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It was a lie. He had to go soon. Acario looked down at her painfully, the broken and crestfallen girl. Her melancholy behaviour effected everybody, as she shut herself away from everyone except Acario. It became an incoherent routine, and she didn't care. Acario sighed as he cupped her face and kissed her lightly. His wings folded her into him, the soft white feathers reassuring her. He stroked her face passionately, repeating that he wouldn't go. He rocked her to sleep, and wiped away the remaining tears from her tear stained face. Carelessly, he dropped the glass of water onto the marble floor.

"..."
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I'm a liar. A terrible one. The puddle of water haunted me as I stared down. I saw a hissing snake, a sign of betrayal and lies.
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Another short update?

 

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"Disorder?"

"Emotional. Bi-polar. Random hallucinations."


My parents betrayed me. They've shipped me off to an asylum in England, because of Acario.

I hold Acario's hand right now, his worried face panicking me. Tears fall as I intaked a breath of air.

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Hurt was sprawled across ma chérie's face. Her once calm and beautiful expression now became a panicked one as she gripped my hand tighter. It was all my fault.
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"I... I..."

"Acario. You were born as a deity, and you were shipped off to Earth as a punishment when you were fourteen. Are you sure you risk your role as an angel and become a fallen one? The consequences are dire. Not even I can help you."

Yes. It's true. I was shipped off to Earth as a punishment for killing another deity with my own bare hands, toring his limbs off. Trinity found me covered in blood, eating raw deer. She was horrified, and I thought of risking it all, turning into a demon, just to kill her. But her fragile frame disturbed me greatly, as she held out a hand for me. It was raining and the gesture was kind... Unlike in Vena, the Heaven for lower ranked and higher ranked deities. Deities ignored you, and the lessons taught in the local school taught us that humans were vicious and heartless. Meeting Trinity proved it all wrong. She was thirteen and her eyes didn't hold or bare hate. I had powers. I could see feelings, and she was heartbroken that day. Meeting me caused her sadness to turn into pity, and her simple gesture filled me with happiness. I took her hand, and inhaled a scent. A scent of vanilla and cinnamon. It was blood. We walked hand in hand out of the forest, and the scent was so enthralling I decided to stalk her. Father was generous and gave me a pouch of human currency. It was enough to buy me a mansion, but I decided against it. I bought myself a house, and changed my appearance. I changed my drab blue eyes into grey and my black hair blonde. A smile formed on my face as I was thinking of murdering her to feast on her flesh and blood. Macabre, no? Yet I had to be patient. Patience drove me insane, but soon it made me joyful and I didn't regret it. Spending three years with Trinity was the best time of my life, as we gre more and more intimate. Bloodlust resided at half of the third year, as I realized losing her would cause me pain. My time was up though, and my "punishment" was to be lifted. I commit suicide as it was the only way to send me back home. It was either die, or painfully have a heart attack as the humans call it, and die. So I took her up to the building knowing it was my last time with her an killed myself. I became her guardian angel ever since, but regretted letting her see me die for it caused her distress. Trinity thought I meant for her to kill herself, and she did. I lost half of my life to revive her, and it cost me another "punishment". But it should've been different. I risked my life for Trinity once, and I sure as hell won't mind to do it again and again and again.
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"I'm scared."

The flashback lasted five minutes where Trinity literallt dragged me over to her cell. She cried into her bed, as I wrapped her in a intimate hug. Her tears stained my wings, and I noticed they have become a darker color than usual...

'Crap.'
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