Her eyes, brimming with tears, looked into his pleading silently, begging him to let her go, let her run. His hands held fast to her shoulders.

“Everything will be alright. It will all be over before you know it, just stay with me.” His voice sounded confident but his eyes betrayed him as they flicked to the evil behind her.

She shook her head, her chin trembling. She knew nothing, from this moment on, would ever be right again. She had tried to reason with him, she had begged, cried, ranted and raved, all to no avail for here she stood. Her back was bare to the faceless monster behind her, she clasped a sheet to cover her breasts, his warm but unyielding grip remained on her shoulders.

She heard movement behind her, felt them about to touch her, her terror built.

“Please.” She whispered desperately in a final attempt to gain her freedom. “Please don’t let them. Don’t do this. Please.”

His eyes flicked beyond her once again. The muscles in his jaw tensed as his teeth clenched. He increased the pressure of his hold and braced himself.

Tears ran freely down her cheeks as she shook her head hopelessly from side to side, resigned to her fate but not wanting to accept it. She knew he was doing what her thought was right and could love him no less for it. She felt them move closer to her and locked her eyes on his. She would endure but she would spare him no pain.

A hand suddenly gripped one of her wings and the pain started – her wings could not be cut from her back, they had to be torn as one. Waves of white hot pain rippled through her body as they tore her beautiful wings from her body. She threw back her head and screamed out her pain, her grief, her rage. Still he held her fast, tears ready to fall but his eyes remained steely with determination.

Finally they were gone. She could feel blood running down her back, her wounds crying crimson tears. She sagged against him, he caught her and held her close. She shook her head again.

“It’s all stopped. Everything is dead.” She closed her eyes and let pain and exhaustion take her.

He kissed her brow, lifted her effortlessly and laid her on the stark, white hospital bed. No blood spoiled the pristine surface.

“Thank you Doctor.” He said to the figure across the bed.

The doctor gave him a sad smile, walked around the bed and placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to give comfort where words could offer none. Dropping his head he left quietly.

He smoothed her hair from her face and gently traced her cheek with the back of his hand. Her brow was still slightly furrowed but she was now far from it all. He had done this every night for what seemed an eternity. Her delusion seemed to be growing stronger and the doctors could offer him no reason and no hope, just this cruel charade. Perhaps it was time to let his angel be. He sighed and pulled the covers over her, she didn’t stir, the sedatives holding her in a dream free sleep.

She would wake tomorrow and it would all begin again – no memory of yesterday or the day before. He turned off the light and walked to the door. He looked back at her sleeping form wishing he loved her just a little less, wondering if he could just walk away but knowing he would be back tomorrow to do it all again.



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From strange dreams strange things come

Thank you to midnightdreamer for allowing me to use this incredible image with this piece.

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