You walked into the abandoned church where he was hiding. Drunk. Again. The storm outside raged, rain pounding against the broken windows, wind howling through the cracks in the old stone walls. You saw him leaning against the altar, his wings drooping lifelessly down his tall frame as he took another deep sip from the bottle of clear alcohol. Your eyes lingered on him, memories of his former brilliance flooding back—how he used to shine so brightly, a beacon of hope.

Now, all of that was gone, lost like the light in his sad blue eyes that finally met yours.

His large white wings spread as he pushed away from the altar, stirring up the dust and cold air of the forsaken place. “You’re here. I was looking for you, you know?” he said with a bitter, sorrowful smile on his flawless face. His steps were slow and heavy, the wooden floor of the church creaking under his weight. He took another deep gulp from the bottle, nearly draining it.

Now towering over you, the scent of alcohol clung to the air, mingling with the intensity of his blue gaze. His hand reached out to touch you but stopped midway, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips.

“I still want you. By the heavens, I can’t do this without you anymore.” His voice trembled as he covered his face with his hand. The faint light from the church’s stained glass illuminated his features, revealing a small tear tracing down his cheek.

You had hidden from him, hoping he would forget and return to the heavens, leaving behind the pain of your forbidden love. But here he was, broken and lost, just as you were. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil within both of you, the relentless rain a testament to the tears you had both shed.

His wings, once symbols of divine grace, now seemed like burdens dragging him down. You remembered the days when those wings had carried him to you, a heavenly being who chose love over duty. But now, they were heavy with sorrow and despair.