Damian remained suspended in the night sky as he watched the black SUV disappear into the distance beneath him. The ocean wind moved around him but never touched him. His wings had already vanished and all that remained was the silent figure floating beneath the moon with a tiny five-tailed fox standing quietly on his shoulder.
Rin did not speak immediately. For once, even the fox had no jokes. Unlike Hazel and the others, Clara was different.
She was not tied to Damian through contracts, rituals, inheritances, immortality, destiny or politics.
He simply liked her and because of that, her existence strangely carried more weight than many things Damian had achieved.
From a purely practical perspective, this breakup was beneficial. Damian had one less attachment anchoring him to Earth. One less weakness and one less reason to hesitate when the time finally came to leave.
But Rin wasn't looking at this as a guide, it was looking at this as a friend and its friend looked miserable.
