Where Angels Fly

[valen]

Michael was sitting at the table in the far corner, the light couldn't penetrate there and the air was particularly stale there, and he wanted it that way. A few more people came into the bar while he was away in his thoughts, but not much changed as far as Michael could see while shortly raising his head away from the table. He was a blind man in a field of nightmares, and little did he know which path to take next. Is there any right path now, or is everything leading into sorrow, he questioned himself in his head, and his heart. The butterfly knife slipped past his fingers, one at a time, while he continued to play with it under the table.

"Nothing for me here." - Michael said while still holding his head down, then slowly rising from the chair and carefully placing the knife in his pocket. He dropped ten, twenty credits onto the table without counting, what is the use for money when you have no reason to live. While standing there, and observing the people in the bar, he questioned himself, "I will never see you again will I?" - He said as he took the knife into his hand again and in anger he was about to throw it, when suddenly it hit him, it is the only thing he has to remember Luxuria by. Never will he forget her, and the knife is the only thing he has off her. He calmed himself, and returned the knife in his pocket, while cursing himself of how and idiot he is.

He looked around himself, checking if he forgot anything of his, and placed the hood over his head, hands in pockets while walking towards the door. Michael knew nothing of where he will go next, and what his next move will be. And his eyes were looking towards as how he was felling, towards the dirty floor that everyone keeps stepping on. He walked without care, as he bumped several people on his way out and heard curses behind him. Michael tasted fresh air, and the door was near, only a few more steps were between him and the outside world. But suddenly he bumped into someone, and the knife from his pocket fell out. He tried to grab it while still in the air, but with no luck. It rang when it touched the floor, and Michael kneeled while grabbing the knife. He was softened, as it was his only memory of Luxuria, so he apologized to the man he bumped into, "I am sorry. Please, forgive me." - For the first time in his life he apologized to someone, without even knowing to whom.

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