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Angelic Reunion
By xAshleighx

 


Angelic Reunion

Night had fallen and the funeral had ended. I walked into our house alone now. It felt so different without him there to greet me. Usually he would wrap me in his tattooed arms as soon as I walked through the door. He would smile at me and push my brown hair out of my emerald green eyes, then kiss my forehead. That's how it always went, but not now. Now he was with the angels, thanks to a drunk driver.

I took my black heels off and sat down on the couch. I leaned down and put my head in my hands. I had never felt that alone.

“Lindsie,” I heard a very comforting voice call out my name.

I looked up and lost my breath because of the sight in front of me. There he stood; my Brian. He was glowing a deep red color and he had black wings that matched his shoulder length hair. He was wearing no clothes, but his bottom half was completely black, exposing nothing. His light brown eyes were just as beautiful as I remembered them being. He was standing there looking down at me with the most sympathetic look I've ever seen on his face.

“Brian?” I whispered as I stood up. I already felt tears running down my cheeks.

“Lindsie, don't cry,” he pleaded with his smooth voice.

I didn't answer him, but instead I reached out to him. I let my fingers hover over his hand for a second, then tried to close the gap between us. My fingers flowed through his hand like they would do with air. I tried again, this time reaching for his face. Once again, my fingers passed through him.

I started crying more now; I couldn't help myself. He was standing right in front of me and I couldn't feel him, I couldn't touch him. I took a step back and looked at him again.

“You're beautiful… so unique,” I whispered again, unable to find my voice. “Why…,” I couldn't finish my sentence. I was afraid that asking why he was here would make him go away, and I didn't want that.

“As much as I hate to say this, I'm not here for a good reason,” he paused, taking in my reaction to his words. I knew he was going to say something I wouldn't like, I just didn't know what.

I was quiet, waiting for him to continue.

“Lindsie, I'm your angel of death. I'm here to tell you that your time is coming very soon,” he told me. That would explain the sympathetic look he wore.

“My time?” I echoed him.

As soon as the words left my mouth I heard my front door unlatch. I turned my head away from Brian to look at the intruder.

“This is the place. This girl's boyfriend just died, so it will be easy to rob,” a man told another man as he looked back to him.

They were both wearing plain black clothes. They were robbers. This is it; it's my time, I thought to myself.

The first man opened my door all the way and stopped in his tracks. He looked at me and started to panic. I looked back over to Brian, but he was gone.

“She's in here!” the first man said to the other one.

“She's seen us! Take care of her!” the other man told him, handing him a gun.

“I'm sorry it had to end like this.” I heard Brian whisper in my ear as the man shot the gun.

I fell to the floor as I heard the men leave in a hurry, afraid to face what they had just done. My eyes closed and all I saw was black.

“But at least we can make a new beginning,” Brian whispered to me again as he reached down and picked me up, then let me stand on my own.

I opened my eyes and looked down. I saw my body lying in a pool of blood on the floor. I looked down at the body I was now in and noticed that I was wearing nothing, but my bottom was a deep, dark purple, just like Brian's black; my top half was also purple from under my arms down. I was glowing a radiant shade of red that matched Brian's glow. I looked to the left and right and saw that I had a beautiful set of light purple wings.

“Are you ready?” Brian asked as he took my hand.

I smiled, realizing I could touch and feel him now, then nodded my head. He led me into a bright, white light where we would spend all of eternity together.

 

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