41. The Past

Storm and wind of black is his power. Strikes, he, the world with the blackest of the cyclone. – Bloodsongs.

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(Aurora)

"You are back. Is that it? Why did you run away?" Aurora looked at the angel. His violet eyes were looking everywhere but at her. She knew he was scared of this, whatever this was. She was just as confused, but she was with Art now. There was no use thinking about anything else. That was just momentary.

"I told you. This isn't easy for me. I didn't exactly make the decision to come here. I was talking about it, but I wasn't ready."

"I don't understand half the shit that comes out of your mouth, but next time, if you want to disappear, make sure you let me know when you will be coming back, or if you will be coming back."

"You didn't look too worried for me. You were happy with that boy." He looked like he was angry about that. But she was worried. She thought of him, too.

"Okay, I am sorry. I know it is not easy for you. I know it is not your decision to come t