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I reached out and grabbed the doorknob. My heart pounding in my ears and my breath coming in fast. I glance back at them. The maker. The fucking Maker.
Their absolution was something I gave up on a milenia ago. After the wars, the death, the straight up evil that was infused in my very veins. I’d been forgiven.
For the for the first time since my wings were ripped out of me, I cried. I cried and felt reborn at their feet.
With a nod of their head, they gave me permission and let me go.
I stepped through the door and stood in a field of blue wildflowers as far as the eye could see. The color so dazzling and beautiful it could only remind me of him.
I hadn’t let myself think of him often. The pain of losing him was greater than being cast from Utopia, my back a bloody mess, and tortured within an inch of my life. It felt like my heart was being ripped straight through my chest but I couldn’t die.
I grab at my chest expecting to feel an open wound and find sheer fabric but underneath that, flesh. Whole, and unscarred.
Suddenly, a tug within my chest pulls me out of my mind. It feels like a small linked chain wrapped gently around my heart, my organs, my limbs, my soul. I feel it tugging insestantly towards the horizon. I see nothing but flowers but follow the tug.
It feels like I’m walking forever but time is endless in Elysium, and I can never tire so I continue. I don’t know where I’m going and I’m too scared to hope. Too afraid to wish that it could be... but it takes root in my chest and I can’t help but run.
The flowers part before me like the sea did once and the tugging becomes stronger, almost desperate.
And then there he is. Blue hair and wings shimmering against the setting sun and ...
“Oof!”
And my arms are full and my heart is bursting and he’s here.
He’s here.
He’s here.
And I have never known such joy.