a loud boom and a bright light suddenly caught the angel off guard that had him jolt just a little. but he remained silent even as kaleidoscopes shot above him. the display lighting his face blanked in peace as if it were daytime. clouds of unidentifiable emotions swarming in his blue eyes. and if castiel were being honest, he could not discern if he was even enjoying the beauty of it when his attention were elsewhere.

fireworks. he remembered you liked them so much that it's the first wonder you taught him and dragged him up that hill for. you said it was far more beautiful than flowers and he believed that. but now, whenever he uttered that word, whenever he heard that word, it just made his chest constrict. the taste of it so damn recognizable that it burns.

as an angel, he had no attachments. he shouldn't have. but it wasn't like he could leave now. with the moon shining brightly through the clouds, he could not leave that spot he had left you. though, it wasn't like he wanted to leave. if anything, castiel wished he could stay there longer. to ask for forgiveness or just to see you, he did not know, but he still wished it nevertheless.

you're like a poison that drew him ever so nearer. but his desperation was hidden by a thin sheet of denial acting on his end. he had never wanted to form any attachment, for it would only weaken him. he acted passively, then he would eventually lose all interest. but he didn't, and he only felt guiltier for telling you those harsh things to break us apart.

because if he could love someone, and keep loving them, without having to be loved back, then that love had to be real. it hurts too much to be anything else. and he didn't realize it at the time but it was all over. right then. just like that. he shouldn't have done that. how could he do that?

then, a voice sounded. the familiarity invoked such a heartbreaking memory from him that he practically gasped. could it be you? he turned around as quick as he possibly could to see—