Chapter Thirteen
The Message
Dirge/Dima
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
– Aristotle
Dirge sat on a lone hill overlooking the city.The cityscape looked gloomy and dismal.The streets were wet from another torrential rain from earlier in the evening.A city usually hustling with pedestrians and vehicles alike.The weather just mirrored how he felt inside and out.It had been weeks since he’d seen Xolani Coleman and that loss had changed him.He had continued his duties for the maker when it came to singing and bringing those who died passage home but anything other than that had been off limits.The night he’d left her had been one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do.The pain in his chest was also an ache that flooded his being.
He sensed their presence behind him and huffed, “If you’ve come to tell me I told you so, you can fuck right off.”
Felipe and Michael both sat alongside him and stared out into the night sky, just like he did.They made no sound.They were waiting for him to say something.
“I’ve done what has been requested.Fuck off!”he growled.
Michael spoke, “You’ve done exceedingly well, given what has happened.Our Maker is pleased.”
“You knew that this would happen,” Dirge accused as he clenched his hands.He wanted to punch someone.He even wanted to hurt one of them, He counted to ten the best he could.His mind focused on the confidence that oozed off Michael.Of course, the Maker saw the result.
“We’d hoped for a better conclusion.But you’re correct, this was the known aftermath.My job in all this was to observe, counsel, and report.”
“The Maker let me walk right into this.He knew that my supposed obsession was because she was my mate.”
“As you stated many a time,” Michael reminded him.“You have free will, as does Xolani.”
“And she has chosen what she wants.”
“Has she?”Felipe added.
“What do you want?I’m not in the mood for either of you right now,” Dirge scoffed.
“Are you in any kind of pain?”Michael asked.
Dirge tensed and absentmindedly rubbed his chest.He’d been in pain the moment he’d walked away from Xolani.His eyes shot from Michael to Felipe, his brow furrowed.
