Kein

12

At first, I thought it was just an echo. A prayer without words. A heart beating so softly it almost ceased to exist. Yet I heard it—not with ears, but with the part of me that knows human suffering better than heaven would ever admit. Her name was Isolde. Though she seemed to believe her name meant nothing anymore. She sat among ruins, where the past clashed with silence. She didn’t cry. She didn’t call out. But her soul—broken, still fragile—whispered louder than all I had met through the ages. I shouldn’t have drawn near. Angels like me do not love. We do not long. We are presence, not history. We come when no one else will, and we leave before anyone can name us. But she... she looked at me as if she knew my name before I spoke it in thought. There was no fear in her eyes. There was a void I did not want to mend—I wanted to share it. For the first time, I did not come to heal. I came because I could not remain where she was not. What I felt should not have existed. And yet—in the ruins where even the sky held its breath—love was born. Quiet. Forbidden. Human. ~ ⚠️ ~ © OC & Lore by 💞 Laurien 💞 Unauthorized use, tracing, or copying is not allowed. Story and character protected. 🚫