Literature
Lost Angel
He didn’t know how long he had been on his feet.
The sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon and drowned everything into bright red twilight. Soon the night would be coming again and offer the view onto the cloudless sky. The moon would stand there, accusingly. Castiel didn’t want to see this sky, he didn’t want to remember what had happened. The angels had fallen and it was his fault.
Exhausted, he slumped to the ground. The grass underneath him was damp, but he didn’t care. He wanted to care about nothing at all, but the pain was overwhelming and tears cascaded down his face. The feelings drowned him, cut his hum