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An Angel's Respite (Chapter Twenty-One)
‘I don't forgive you.’
That was what Alexander had said.
To Alexander the answer was simple, a plain kind of simple one that burrowed its idea into his skull becoming fact and forever imprinted like a scar directly on his brain—it might as well have been one.
‘What do I do then? What can I do to have your trust again?’
Would yelling and screaming work? Would plunging a knife through his heart make him feel better? Or was this feeling meant to stay for longer? Until he died, or worse?
Alexander didn't know what to say, didn't know what to feel. For years he let his thoughts and anger fester like untreated wounds inflicted upon himself, and now?
He thought he'd rather die of then infection then acknowledge out loud that it was real,
That the pain was there at all.
No one knew about it. Not even the monsters—so why did Hester? Why did it feel right to tell him? What was the reasoning behind the idea, he never needed someone before, it made no sense to start needing someone now. He didn't need Hester, however much he tried his heart told him something different.
“Alexa-nder?”
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You don't need him.
Wait, don't hurt him!
What if they are waiting for you to let your guard down!
Forgive him! You said worst things to him!
Alexander, can you hear me, mate?
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Hester said gently, softly holding Alexander's shoulder reassuring him. And for one precious moment Alexander was grounded, finding his surroundings in one second and just like that he began floating away again, up higher and higher, what was the point of Hester having wings when he felt like he was going to space by now even with him feeling the stone beneath his hands and snow on his feet it seemed to make little difference, until Hester said.
"What do they want? I'll give it to them, ok? J-just tell me."
Alexander blinked as if waking up from a long rest, tensing from the original exposure, he couldn't seem to get the monsters under control as easily as before they became louder in the coming months almost like they were getting bored of the forest Alexander realized they probably were. Then putting his hands to his ears as the words Hester said just now registering alone with the yelling and screaming that came alone with everything else.
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Give us a bell!
Tell another story!
We want him to die!
A legend again!
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Alexander shook his head almost like that could knock the words loose and make them fall out of his skull, it failed and he slurred out tiredly "Do not give them open ended questions, please." Hester backed away slowly letting his hand drop from his shoulder, Alexander then added. "They would like you to tell a story." He said somewhat annoyed of all the things to ask for, why'd it have to be so childish?
Hester leaned back on the palms of his hands, letting himself think as the wind blew sending a chill from the night air, they always seemed to talk more with the stars as their companion then the sun. Hester closed his eyes trying to think more clearly as the monsters began to slowly become more and more...
That was what Alexander had said.
To Alexander the answer was simple, a plain kind of simple one that burrowed its idea into his skull becoming fact and forever imprinted like a scar directly on his brain—it might as well have been one.
‘What do I do then? What can I do to have your trust again?’
Would yelling and screaming work? Would plunging a knife through his heart make him feel better? Or was this feeling meant to stay for longer? Until he died, or worse?
Alexander didn't know what to say, didn't know what to feel. For years he let his thoughts and anger fester like untreated wounds inflicted upon himself, and now?
He thought he'd rather die of then infection then acknowledge out loud that it was real,
That the pain was there at all.
No one knew about it. Not even the monsters—so why did Hester? Why did it feel right to tell him? What was the reasoning behind the idea, he never needed someone before, it made no sense to start needing someone now. He didn't need Hester, however much he tried his heart told him something different.
“Alexa-nder?”
«»«»«»«»«»
You don't need him.
Wait, don't hurt him!
What if they are waiting for you to let your guard down!
Forgive him! You said worst things to him!
Alexander, can you hear me, mate?
«»«»«»«»«»
Hester said gently, softly holding Alexander's shoulder reassuring him. And for one precious moment Alexander was grounded, finding his surroundings in one second and just like that he began floating away again, up higher and higher, what was the point of Hester having wings when he felt like he was going to space by now even with him feeling the stone beneath his hands and snow on his feet it seemed to make little difference, until Hester said.
"What do they want? I'll give it to them, ok? J-just tell me."
Alexander blinked as if waking up from a long rest, tensing from the original exposure, he couldn't seem to get the monsters under control as easily as before they became louder in the coming months almost like they were getting bored of the forest Alexander realized they probably were. Then putting his hands to his ears as the words Hester said just now registering alone with the yelling and screaming that came alone with everything else.
«»«»«»«»«»
Give us a bell!
Tell another story!
We want him to die!
A legend again!
«»«»«»«»«»
Alexander shook his head almost like that could knock the words loose and make them fall out of his skull, it failed and he slurred out tiredly "Do not give them open ended questions, please." Hester backed away slowly letting his hand drop from his shoulder, Alexander then added. "They would like you to tell a story." He said somewhat annoyed of all the things to ask for, why'd it have to be so childish?
Hester leaned back on the palms of his hands, letting himself think as the wind blew sending a chill from the night air, they always seemed to talk more with the stars as their companion then the sun. Hester closed his eyes trying to think more clearly as the monsters began to slowly become more and more...
