Azrael

I know you’re there. I can’t see you, but I know you’re there. The perfume of rot and roses is utterly unmistakable. I’ve never judged you for actions or decisions. I’ve stood aside and respected you for who you are all these years. I know why you’re here, and I know better than to try and stay your hand. Please, all I ask, is that you take the long way when you head back this way. She’s the very last good piece of me.