Wings of Darkness

Three weeks, it was three weeks of pure torture. Was it like this after break ups? It was not a break up, it was so much more than a relationship and nothing can break them apart or maybe this was the thought that kept her alive. She allowed herself to forget about this, about him for a while and smiled at a miracle from God, her beautiful nephew, Luke. Out of all the absurd things that had happened, her sister had a normal delivery and gave birth to a brown eyed boy. This was the only thing that made her genuinely happy. The new born still had half his eyes closed but his minuscule fingers curled around her finger and she felt herself calm down. She lightly pecked at the unrealistically small hands. Suddenly her visions clouded with tears and she sniffled, she was just unstable with her nerves nowadays. Luke was snuggled into her, soundly asleep. She gently adjusted her arm under his still soft nape and placed him in the crib. He fidgeted a bit but his sleep didn’t break. She loved her nephew, because nothing else and no one else could make her smile in this situation. She kissed the tips of her first two fingers and then touched it to Luke’s head. May the angels be with you. She sighed tiredly, this has worked for her. Maybe it will work for him too. Then she amended her blessing, May the angels always be with you. Because she knew what it was like to lose one, the feeling of darkness and loneliness that engulfed you without him. No, it is not just that day, the bad depressing day. Your guardian has taken a leave. And the feeling of misery multiplied over millions times when you fall in love with you guardian angel. Hell yes, it was forbidden and she was paying the price for this. Three week, three weeks went by and she hasn’t seen her violet eyes. Will she ever see him again?