I woke up before Azrael. We all had a long day yesterday and it affected him more than it did me apparently. I was thankful in a way. I needed time to think without one of them hanging around me. To be honest Michael’s actions still affected me more than I let on. Sure, I forgave him to an extent, but would I ever be able to fully forgive him? He tried to kill Raphael and almost did kill me. How was I truly and honestly move past the actions he took? When would I be able to be around him without looking over my shoulder? Because honestly? In a way, I was terrified of him right now. None of them knew thankfully. I had grown very good at acting to my utter dismay. But at least this time it actually came in handy.
I placed a gentle kiss on Azrael’s cheek before finally climbing out of bed.
