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and I forgive... my desires

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She held him—not to rescue, not to redeem, but to simply hold. There, beneath the eternal blue, time thickened and the silence grew full. The woman with wings, whose eyes carried the patience of centuries, wrapped her arms around the dark figure that once was all hunger and fire. He had burned for so long, chasing things he could never name. And now, when the flames had finally tired, he returned—ash in his veins, silence in his chest. The crows watched. They did not caw or flutter. They knew this kind of moment. They had seen it before. The final moment—not of death, but of surrender. When a man no longer fights the world, nor himself. When he kneels, not out of defeat, but because he has grown too tired to stand on the bones of his own wanting. She did not speak. Angels rarely do. But he felt something dissolve inside him—slowly, like ice under a spring sun. It was his desire, crumbling. All of it. The need to be seen. To be touched. To be great. To be right. The need to be more than what he already was. Gone. Forgiven. And in its place—an emptiness. A sacred, honest emptiness. Not the kind that howls. The kind that listens. In that moment, they both stood inside a pause so deep, even God might have stopped to watch.

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