112. Lazarus
LAZARUS
Idon’t want to share her—despite the fact her soul is now bound to not only mine, but Azrael’s as well; just as we are now bound to Levi’s.
It merely intensifies what already existed—a soul deep yearning and connection to her, and strangely, to Levi.
Even if I don’t understand it, I cannot deny its presence—powerful enough to steal my breath.
Even so, there’s a certain weightlessness in my chest that I’ve never experienced before.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel like I can finally breathe a full breath.
And it’s because my sweet seraphim is sleeping peacefully in my arms, where she belongs.
My shadows surround us in a cocoon of darkness and twinkling light—a microcosmic fragment of entropy borrowed from the dwindling universe.
And I’m all too aware the moment Levi and my other self return, I’ll have to share her.
Before I’d procured a new corporeal form, my consciousness was still very much tied with the physical manifestation of me. Now that I am more than just a shadow form, but energy condensed enough to form a brain,and thus a body, I am now entirely separate.
My will is my own.
And despite this palpable longing for Levi, and even for Azrael, if only in a brotherly way, my will is for Violette to be mine, and mine alone.