My Angel

A short chapter. But sweet. ish.

       They say that within death is release. A sort of heaven, if you will. A place of complete wonder and joy. Well, I was there. I had found my heaven and in it, my Angel.

                I turned my head and stared at the vast ocean of beauty. The clouds were white with outlines of pinks, and gold, and light blues. The sky itself was if someone had spilled a bucket of tranquility and peace upon it. However, that was not my heaven. My heaven was kneeled beside me, my head in her lap. She was smiling and stroking my hair, those brown curls and baby blues accenting that perfect face.

                “Don’t worry,” she kept saying in her beautiful voice. “Just hang in there.”

                I closed my eyes and relaxed against her body. “I will. Anything for you, Juliet.”

                After a period of silence, my heart craved to see her face again. I opened my eyes. She was gone. I felt my dead heart sink to my feet. Where was she? Where had she gone? Was she ok?

                I jolted upward, screaming. “Juliet!?” As I did, unbearable pain swept through my head, causing me to retreat to the softness of the clouds. But they were gone also. In their place was cold, hard cement. And something red and sticky.

                “Take it easy, don’t strain yourself,” I heard her say. I opened my eyes, though the effort sent another wave of pain over me.

“J-Juliet?”

                “Who? Never mind. Just hang in there Devon, you’ll be okay. I promise.”

                I couldn’t help but smile. My Juliet. She was safe. Though my entire body, especially my head, screamed in protest, I reached out to grab her hand. My angel was safe. My Juliet.

                I kept my eyes closed. As long as she was safe, I would be as well. She was my everything, and she was ok. That was all that mattered. Satisfied, I allowed myself to drift off into a new sleep, enjoying the rest of my Heaven.

Author's Note

So just a quick "btw": Juliet's mom is an Irish hippie named Serenity. Her dad used to be head of a motorcycle gang. But once he got Serenity knocked up with Dusty, he left the gang but he still rides cross country with serenity very often. They don't own a car either, just the motorcycle.

Reviews

[LuvWriting]

Well. You have good descriptions and I like the scene. Pretty good.