[ 3 months have past ]
For the first month, I'd had nightmares continuously, that image of Eros being skewered haunting me. I'd wake up in a cold sweat, having been tormented by faces of angels and their creepy smiles.
It brought a new kind of havoc to wreak upon my sanity.
I didn't see Leo or hear from him. He just fell off the grid, like he'd never existed in the first place. I wouldn't blame him if he hated me; I was the reason he got his wings ripped out.
In the span of one day, I'd lost two people I'd grown close to. A friend, and well...I didn't know what to call Eros. I never got the chance to know enough about my feelings to say I was in love with him but I felt something. Something that scared the f**k out of me.
And it still did.
Seeing him die was something I never wanted
