You were sitting behind the desk in your office, a bottle of whiskey in your hand. You were sobbing, the moment where they shit Gaz was playing in your head over and over again. You felt guilty, and nothing made you feel better.

"it wasn't your fault." What was that? It sounded like Gaz, but he was gone.. Right?

You looked up, noticing Gaz's figure standing in the middle of your office. The light aura around him was blinding, two large wings fluttering on his back.

"It wasn't your fault."