Well, maybe she was alive at the moment, but not for long. Already an angel was calling her, his melodic voice drifting through the black fog and pain, drawing her up. Adele, he called, and sweetheart. There was even a honey thrown in. It was very nice, being called by endearments. But then after another honey he said wake up.
Wake up?
That didn’t make sense. One didn’t “wake up” into heaven…did one?
Open your eyes, sweetheart, the angel said. Odd, she’d thought they were open. But if he said they weren’t, she believed him. It took some effort, but after a moment she found she could command her body again – oh, how it hurt! – and she opened her eyes.
He really was an angel.
He had beautifully dark hair, cut short, and enviously long black eyelashes framing fierce blue eyes. But there were dark smudges on his skin and lines of tension pulling at his mouth and temple. She wanted to smooth them away. No angel should look so worried.
“Adele, sweetheart, do you understand me?” A hand appeared on his shoulder and he turned slightly, keeping her in the corner of his eye as he said something to its owner. “No, not yet,” she thought he said. It was all very confusing. Was there another angel there? Why was he so worried? Hadn’t she made it to heaven, shouldn’t all worries have vanished?
Her thoughts were making her anxious, and she tried to turn her head to find out what she could. But something was around her neck and she couldn’t turn, and every muscle in her torso objected to the attempt. She gasped with a combination of pain and shock and the angel – no, the man, she was pretty sure she wasn’t in heaven now – whipped his head back around.
“Adele,” he said urgently, “do you know where you are?” A hand squeezed hers and she gripped it tight, still coming to terms with the fact that she hadn’t died. He said something else but she didn’t hear it, too focused on trying to remember the answer to his question.
Where was she? Not in heaven, which didn’t narrow it down very much. A city, a new city, she knew that, the city she’d been aiming toward for months. She closed her eyes, the name dancing teasingly just out of reach.
“Adele!” His sharp voice snapped her eyes open again, and suddenly she remembered.
“Atlanta,” she said, or tried. It was weak and whispery, but it was obvious he heard her because a hint of relief took the place of some of the worry in his face.
“Tell me your full name,” he commanded, watching her eyes as she did. More of the worry seeped away.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked then, and she froze.
No. She didn’t.
He seemed to know without her saying, but he said only, “I’ll give you a hint.” He smiled down at her, a completely unfamiliar smile in a completely unfamiliar face, but there was a softness in his eyes that kept her from panicking. “Galahad is anxious to finally meet you.”
She lost her breath, staring up at the handsome man leaning over her. “Dev?” was all she could manage, but his smile widened and he leaned down further, placing a gentle, gentle kiss on her trembling lips.
“I thought you’d never get here.”
The End
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Zoey has always told stories in her head to keep herself entertained. Now she's sharing them in the hope that you, too, will be entertained! She has a Bachelor’s in Music Performance and a Master’s in Music Theory, and plans to someday add a PhD to the list.
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