Echoes of Her

***Ares*** Two weeks had passed since the events of the last full moon, yet it felt longer. Ophelia had returned to Vale and had rapidly caught up on her missed lectures, her heart now so light and carefree, entirely unburdened by the loss that had weighed her down when we had first started. Inexplicably, the gold of my wings hadn't vanished when Ophelia had lost hers. My wings were still strong as steel, appearing so fragile and unearthly, yet indestructible. I thought I might see a yearning in her eyes whenever she saw them, as it was a stark reminder of the power she had turned her back on. But she only found them beautiful, her eyes shining with devotion and excitement as her fingers traced the lines of them during evenings where we'd flown together. Tonight, the evening air is cool