Page 31 of Absolved In Death

“I can’t keep doing this with you,” he shouts. “Can’t you put their safety above your own selfishness?”

“You’re a callous bastard who doesn’t even miss them!”

Michael throws a plate at me, and I don’t even flinch when it breaks against my chest.

“It fucking kills me not to see my ONLY child grow up. But I bear the pain because her well being is more important,” he cries.

The undercurrent of what he said and his tears rip me apart.

The clip changes again to Michael and God, sitting by a lake in Heaven. He and I used to sit in the exact same spot and talk for hours. I don’t see God’s face, because they appear differently to everyone, but I know it’s them from the glow emanating off them. Michael says one line, and it’s enough to cleave me in two.

“Sometimes I feel as if I’m dying inside. I can’t take it anymore.”

The scene changes again. I remember what happens before it even starts. Michael is wearing a band tee shirt and ripped jeans. We had just come back from a music festival.

“You’re holding me back! I'm done with this plan. I want to see my daughter, Michael!”

“The last time you saw her, look what happened! It isn’t safe!” he shouts back, tears in his eyes.

“I can keep her safe!”

“No you can’t. You have too many enemies. You already caused Marilyn’s death, please leave Diana be! Let her live her life…” he begs me.

I want to rip the whole fucking room to shreds. How dare he blame me for Marilyn. How dare he continue to keep me from our daughter. He only gave me half of himself after I was outcast from Heaven.

“I can’t do this anymore…” This is the moment I make the worst mistake of my life. One that would irreparably change both our lives for the worst. “I’m done.”

Michael’s tears fall, trailing down his cheek. His silence slices me open. “Okay.”

“I don’t want you anymore.” I wield the words like a weapon, cutting him deep.

“Then let me go…”

I reach inside me, conjuring my magic in a way I never had before. It hurts like Hell, but somehow, I manage to break our soulbond.

The scene changes again, to a much more recent time. Michael is sitting in a resting bed, somewhere in Heaven. A healer stands over him.

“Michael, you suffer from a broken soulbond. When Lucifer severed the bond, he broke your heart and took a piece of it with him,” he says.

“What does that mean?” Michael asks.

“When mortal paranormals break a soulbound, the one who was abandoned dies. But you and Lucifer are immortal,so you’ll just feel the pain. For eternity, you’ll feel your heart breaking. I’m so sorry.”

“Is there any way to fix it?” he seems so lost, like the news hasn’t quite hit him yet.

“Lucifer would have to reinstate the soulbond.”

“That won’t happen,” Michael scoffs. “He’s probably partying on an island somewhere. Enjoying his life without me. He hasn’t contacted me since the day he broke it.”

I wasn’t partying. I was trapped in Damon’s stone, wishing I never broke the bond.

The scene changes again. Michael is in the infirmary at the compound with Doctor Greene. He lays in a bed, exhausted and rundown. His hair is a mess and he looks to have not slept in days.

“Please don’t tell him about it,” he begs her.

“I am under strict instructions from Lucifer to report any injury you have to him ASAP,” she replies. “He deserves to know…” she says gently. “I can tell he still loves you.”

“Doubtful. One day I’ll tell him, but if he wants to rebond…I can’t stand to go through more pain if he breaks it again. Please let me tell him when I’m ready?”

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