Forever

He was sitting alone in this house which seemed so empty since he was gone. He had no idea where he could have left, maybe fled? He knew that his lovely angel would've never left without leaving a message. He started feeling guilty more and more each day. He asked himself what he could've done to him for leaving in the middle of the night. He admitted he was lost without his angel by his side.

He was on that chair for days now, he didn't sleep for three days. His right hand slowly touched the scars which covered his left arm. He wanted to restart cutting, but he couldn't stop saying no to himself. He only wanted to see this angelic face once again. He wanted him to be here, and to stay with him forever.. He only wanted that, but it's been eight months. Eight long and endless  months he was gone. Eight months made of guilt and sadness.

He finally decided to stand up and to go to the bathroom. He hated this room more than anything. When he opened the door, he saw his face in the mirror. Still wet by his tears, horribly thin and really pale. That's why he doesn't like this room. He couldn't lie to himself. The mirror showed him what he became without his love. He didn't feel good, and he knew he never would without him.

He came back on this same chair, he barely walked right. He knew he should end this life made of wait and sadness. He wanted to leave this world. He quietly took the blade which was on the table and thought for the last time about what he was going to do. He was ready. He strongly took this cold blade and slowly started cutting himself, and he went stronger. And deeper.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the wings. He slowly lifted his head and saw him. Cas. He was standing right in front of him, his face as sad as his.  His fallen angel took his wrist and told him quietly "No more. I'm here now. I'm back, for a long time..."  And this is at this precise moment that he understood this sadness will leave him, forever.