#—◆ tba. v. in the paths (gyofukuki).

[naitfall]

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Angels. His mother has spoken of angels before. Creatures of light, who watched over them, creatures she believed would protect them. A mystery was his mother's nature, how she could still cling to hope and innocence, despite having been doomed to darkness. Levi claimed to know the cruel truth, even if he had never spoken of it — there were no angels watching over them, at least not for him and his mother, or else they wouldn't let her slowly rot, mind and body alike. Angels came only when it was far too late, when it was their time to leave so that they could collect the souls of the living.

The door had swung open, light forcing its way in, illuminating the dark room. Instinctively Levi brought his knees closer to his chest, as if to hide away from the intensity of it, like the shadow he had become, as if the last of him would fade away if met with such violent light. A beautiful young woman wearing a white dress stood by the doorway. Had he seen her before? He hadn't, for he wouldn't forget anyone who shone as brilliantly as her, brilliant like the sun — he could only imagine its radiance and yet, she exceeded his imagination. There was no mistaking the reason she had come.

The last time an angel had visited them, Levi was asleep. When he awoke, her skin had grown cold— she wouldn't be feverish anymore. When he called her, she wouldn't respond or flinch in her sleep. His mother had left without getting the chance to say goodbye. The boy hadn't been able to sleep ever since. He wanted to speak, to ask the lady standing before him, why she didn't wake him up when she last came, but he couldn't force himself to speak. His eyes hurt, far too accustomed to the darkness, watching as her frame approached him. Unfocused, clouded was his gaze, and yet he couldn't look anywhere else but her blurry image.

He was soon to reunite with his mother. That’s why she had come, wasn’t it? Because he was close to dying. Maybe, there was mercy after all. His mother shouldn’t suffer anymore. She wouldn’t struggle to breathe, or cry in pain any longer. Maybe, death was the only escape creatures like her could offer. He took a deep shaky breath, as if the first he'd taken in a very long time. He was ready.