Whenever the sun shines after the rain, or when I stand beneath the gloomy skies of the Second Heaven and look up at the sunlight barely filtering through the mist, I always find myself thinking of things I don't usually think about.
I think of Raphael's slender back, and of him as a child, the golden sunlight chasing his rose-colored hair. He looks like a mural dusted with gold in a palace of the mortal world. As time goes by, it will blur, and then become eternal.
He exists for eternity. If I miss him, or if he misses me.
Now we have missed each other.
I am standing in his garden. The heaven he governs is always as gloomy as his mood. I often go hundreds of years without setting foot anywhere below the Fourth Heaven. The golden light of the Seventh Heaven shines over the archangels.
Only now do I know how much he hated being bathed in holy light. But because of me, he pretended to like it, and loved it passionately.
In his garden stands a tall rose tree. I heard he planted it himself. Its blossoms are in full bloom, their color as soft and pale as his hair.
I gaze up at this tree and think of things, things I should have known but always ignored, everything that belongs only to him.
I'll think of one thing each day. We shared so many years, too many to count. If I think of one thing a day, perhaps I can forget him a little more slowly.
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... So it's my dreaming fault that Meihua is such a scumbag in this article! QAQ!!!! Eh!!!! Lala, don't die! Please marry me, Lala!
5555555555, I cry every time I read Raphael's articles. I really like Raphael and feel so sad for him!! ~~
Lala is such a heart-wrenching child