The Light Behind Your Eyes

I turned around and looked at Patrick. His hair was pushed back his arms were folded across his chest. Tears escaped from my eyes and rolled down my face, slowly. Red strands fell in front of my face, covering my bloodshot eyes, or so I thought. A cold breeze swept across me and made my eyes water even more. Patrick opened his mouth, like he was going to speak, but never did.

"I just really miss him. " I cried. Patrick walked over to me and put on hand on my shoulder, rubbing it softly.
"Hey, everything is going to be okay. Frank is-"
"No Patrick!" I snapped. "No.. It's my fault he's there. It's all my fault. I was supposed to be protecting him and I failed. I failed Patrick. And I don't know if he's okay. I don't even know if he's breathing. I don't feel anything from him. And all I can feel is guilt.

"If I didn't love Frank, none of this would have happened. I did this to Frank. And I..." I paused to breath. " I just don't know what to do. I don't know, Patrick...."
Patrick locked gazes with me and pulled me into him as I sobbed. I cried for what seemed like ages. My body ached with every sobbed I let out. Guilt was the only feeling I had been feeling, and it never stopped.

I fell to the ground, pulling on Patrick's shirt and bringing him down with me. Why was he doing this? Why was he tending to someone he had just met? It didn't make sense, but I didn't really care. I needed someone and Patrick was there, and I was more than thankful for it.

Patrick held me and shushed me until my sobs turned into soft whimpers and then to heavy breathing. "Everything is going to be okay. You are going to find him and I promise, everything is going to alright Gerard."
I nodded and laid in his chest a little longer until I felt him wiggle out of discomfort. "I think it's time to head back before my two sleeping beauties wake up." He looked at his watch. "It's already 4:30."
I looked up at the sky. Purple clouds faded in from the horizon as the jet black sky still stood over us. "I think I'm going to stay out a little longer." I said quietly as Patrick stood up.
"Should I expect you when I wake up?" He said pulling me up.I shook my head.

I felt a weird feeling in my back. Bumps formed chillingly, but they weren't like the regular goosebumps. They were my wings. A few feathers sprung from the bumps.
"Patrick, turn around." Without question he did. I let my wings spread freely, stretching them for the first time. Blackness hovered over my body and my bottom lip was pushed in between my teeth as I smiled. I plucked one and winced slightly at the fresh pain.
"Okay. All clear." I said as my wings hid again. I handed the black feather to Patrick as he turned around. He cocked an eyebrow. "Give it to Monroe. Tell her I will never forget her, and that," I sighed and smiled slightly, "I'll always be with her." Patrick nodded and smiled. He hugged me again and left.

I stayedon the rooftop until the sun, gleamed from the hot pink and purple horizon. The sun was already hot on my face as I watched it rise. I smiled and walked to the edge. And smiled again when I felt Monroe become overjoyed with the feather. I looked up at the sky again. Stars faintly fluttered in the morning sky. I laughed. I jumped of the edge and spread my wings.

"I'm always with you now. You'll always have a part of me, Monroe."
She was going to need me at some point. Maybe sooner than I thought...

Notes

How was your March 22nd?
I love you.
Stay Strong.