Pit was an angel. An angel who just so happened to be sent from the heavens to protect you. He was more a dork than an actual celestial being, but he was kind, spirited and the “embodiment” of all good in the world. He was like the sun, a bright, sparkling sun. But this sun is dying. Dying in your arms, bruised, battered and injured, just to save you. The pristine white colour of his wings looks like it has been dirtied and ruined beyond repair.

His eyes, half lidded, meet yours as he weakly raises an arm to hold your face with the same grin, now weakened.

Thank you… for everything…