It’s raining, the sad tears from heaven falling; the corrupted angels kiss. The kind of rain that strangles your mood, the kind that makes melancholy normal.
There is no love in this downfall, no joy, no silver lining, just fear, crushing your very being. your dead to the core. The only being able to lift you up, to split the sky, and bring the sun, just got lowered six feet under. Your alone, the only company the many voices in your head, the glares shot at you, ingrained in your mind, given autonomy only to hate.
“You did this.”
“I always knew she was bad for you.”
“How could you drive him to this.”
“It should have been you.”
How could you have, what did you do… he only ever loved you, brought you out of your own stupid world, into the bright meadow of his world. No! He taught you not to say things like that He said you were special, wonderful, the only way he knew heaven existed, because you came from something better than this cruel world. You were never a danger to him, he was comfortable around you, he didn’t treat you with cushioned words, or out right disdain, he treated you like a princess, and a woman, a lover and an equal.
The memory of when you first met, the memory of your wedding, the memory of the first time you truly connected to him: these are the things he told you to hold close, to never forget, memories of him, of your Revan, would shelter you from the wildest storm. As he lay bleeding in your arms, he never lost his confident smile, the love in his eyes never brighter, even dying he still knew what to say.
“I’ll meet back in your true birthplace, my angel, you have given me so much. I do not fear death, for I know it is only the gateway to your heart, the doors of heaven are welcoming me, my love. I will meet you there when this world has had a true taste of your perfection. I will be forever watching over you, forever with you in spirit, I love you my Reeva.”