37.

Holy fuck...

Widely staring into each other’s eyes the time seemed to momentarily freeze, too lost for words or maybe too stunned by his so unexpected reaction to even try and wrack my brain for a coherent sentence.

Holy shit...He’s losing it.

Still trying to recover from that temporarily frozen state my gaze finally averted from his, darting to his tightly clenched fist instead, watching how the few remaining drops of alcohol dripped to the shard-littered floor, as expected with no trace of that crimson liquid whatsoever.

Raising my sight to peer into those bottomless voids once again, I only noticed how with each desperate scream echoing in the background, that violent struggle glinting in his black irises slowly morphed, little by little but surely enough losing the battle with himself, until it turned into nothing but pure pain and despair.

And before I even had the time to realize what was happening, like a furious storm he suddenly made his way straight towards the double doors, soon finding myself hastily climbing off the couch and trailing right after him as I could feel the compelling need to find out where he was heading to, increasing my speed to match with his long strides as like an enchanted man he seemed to blindly follow the horrifying sounds around the house until we have reached another set of closed double wooden doors.

And with a hard shove he broke right through them, making his way inside with a loud noise.

Hastily making my way inside as well I side-stepped and made a few steps past him, desperate to see exactly what was going on in there.

Only as soon as my eyes landed on the scene before me, an audibly shocked gasp escaped my lips.

There he was, the other half of my soul, leaning over a barely conscious Daya laying sprawled over the dining table, a bright light emitting from beneath his hand tightly pressing against the middle of her chest, while the other held her shoulder firmly pinned against the wooden table, preventing her from any attempt of struggle.
Thick rivulets of dark red blood dripped from the table, enlarging that small pool on the floor as she coughed it out between sobs and pained wails, small tears trailing from her half-open yet vividly glowing eyes.

Oh my god.

“STOOOP!” I suddenly heard the fallen angel beside me roar, soon enough noticing how he lastly fell on his knees, defeated.

“Just...stop,”

“I’ll do it...Just please stop...” He numbly pleaded, his hands tightly clutching against that dark mane of hair at the top of his head, with dark glassy eyes watching the horrifying scene before him.

That raw emotion glinting his otherwise soulless orbs shook me to the core, feeling my own tears threatening to slip as I watched him suffer so greatly, at the same time so stunned to witness his true feelings towards her.

He loves her.

He’s been in love with her all this time and he didn’t even realize.

Stupid.

Wiping the wetness off my cheeks I let the corner of my mouth curl into a tiny smile at the thought of that, even though in our current situation allowing myself to feel a little bit happy for him; happy that even in his current state, he could still feel.

Suddenly noticing the eerily silence now surrounding us my gaze quickly darted back to the two before us, just in time to watch Azrael slowly retract his hands from her body, turning around to face us.

It felt so hard and utterly uncomfortable to look into those captivating eyes after everything that transpired in these last few days, finding myself so overwhelmed that I had to look away, choosing to focus my gaze back on the visibly tortured and barely breathing being laying on the table, paining me so greatly to know that my Raz was the one to inflict it on her.

Even with half-closed lids, her bright green eyes held onto the fallen’s right beside me like holding on for dear life, with blurry eyes watching how her visibly shaking hand weakly stretched right towards him, silently calling for him.

And not a moment later, he hurriedly complied as he bolted straight to her, careful not to hurt her any more as he gingerly held her delicate palm in his, with the other hand stroking her deep red damp curls as he kept repeating,

“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry...”

“Please forgive me, I’m so sorry!”

More tears snuck their way down my cheeks as I could only stand and watch the heart-breaking scene before he suddenly turned around and faster than a lightning bolt he made his way straight towards me, rather firmly grabbing me by the elbows as he frantically demanded,

“Come on, do it!”

“W-what now?” I shockingly sputtered, noticing the visibly desperate look in his eyes as I widely stared up at him.

“Yes now just fucking do it already!” He practically shouted in my face, making me lightly flinch in his strong hold.

“B-but I don’t know how, I-”

“I’ll help,”

My breath caught in my throat at the sound of that slightly rusty voice, soon watching him approach as Raph had moved aside as well to stare at him, for some reason feeling a cold shiver crawl up my spine as I stared into those midnight skies, finding myself so overwhelmed by his intense stare roaming all over my features as he firmly said,

“I’ll guide you through it.”