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I see this man in my dreams, his sandy blond hair in short spike style, green glowing eyes and very pale skin. The body, so muscular, that hide behind that clothes; a white and black robe of some kind and black boots. He is coming toward me, running actually, his face tells me that I'm in danger, but I can't control my body, feel like I can see him in pain but I have not ability to move. I want to touch his face filled with tears, but I feel numbness like my soul leaving. I look down, BLOOD coming from my chest, a stab right in the heart. A dark cloud in getting in top of me and this man can't get to me, I'm dying. Then I see nothing and only darkness is my companion.

I woke at the sound of the alarm it's 1 am, time to take my baby sister to work, she work at a fast food that is open 24 hours, and she work to take care of her children. Children that decided to have young by a good-for-nothing man, that later left her alone. But I can't judge her so harshly, because she at least experience love of a man, believe in him. She knew that needed help and came to me. I still thinking of that dream, but by now I forgot even how the man looked like. Many people in my profession would say that have those death dream. So I try to shake it off and continue with my daily task.

- Eliza. Are you okay, you know helping me and taking me and the kids in your home?

- Gena of course its okay. Your my sister, Danny and Jackie my nephews, I can't leave you in the streets and I know that it's for a while until your get back on your feet. No pressure, no hurries, and beside have been 3 years since the last time we saw each other.

- I know that if I would have gone to Mom and Dad's, probably. . .

- They would have help you, Gena, they're our parents and they taught us to always stick together and help.

- But remember before I left with Jeff all those thing they told me. About not going to "be there" for me and help me.

- They told you those thing because they were hurt at the moment. You were only 17 when you got pregnant and they felt you broke their trust. But time heal and they aren't mad at you.

My parents as any Italian descendant family, are very proud and have high hope of achievements for their children. A teenager pregnancy, is not easily looked. But they are good, caring and responsable parents. I know that they were looking for Gena to finish school and go to college, but she choose another path. I did what they wanted me to do, I finish school in honor roll, went to college and study criminal justice, now I have a stable job in the Police Department as an Officer, and waiting for the exam to apply for detective.

The job have its risk and I have proven that I'm not just another pretty face everyday. But I earn enough respect with my co-workers and I like taking care of my nephews until I pick up my sister again so I can go to work at 7am until 7pm. After work would go to the gym for a couple of hour exercise and then go home tire and depending of the day and my sister schedule, maybe take my sister to work for the overnight shift. I know that she's taking the overnight so she could be during the day at home with the kids. But at least I work 4 day/ 12 hours shift so I have 3 days off, be home and relax a little.

But to think of all that, I feel content but not happy. I have a house, money and the car that I wanted and I see my sister fighting to raise small children, but they are her happiness. Many would think that she's foolish, that gave her future away and now she have to work in a deadend job. I see her as lucky. She have two sons that love her and she's a good mother and know that those small children would grow up adoring her for her sacrifice and love toward them. Who I have when I grow old? I'm not married, don't have a child and up until now realize how lonely this house was. Now is filled with laughter, noise and messes that Danny and Jackie leave everywhere.

IT'S HER! After all this time. Her olive fair skin, cooper brown medium long hair, dark brown eyes and a body structure is not skinny, she have her curves, with such beauty. Leaving the house with a uniform, that doesn't make her justice to her body. I always knew that she was the caring type and having that job wouldn't have surprise me at all. She was a guardian back then and is one now. Like a Amazonian warrior she was, with an ability in the combat and her favorite weapon was the sword. Have been 25 years since the last time I saw her, the day that she died and I have looked for her in the Netherworld and Earth ever since, Juno even tried to get information of her, only to receive the reply of the high up there, "that she's not there," and when I give up hope and start to try to move on and maybe find another love interest, there she was leaving a scene of a crime with a suspect arrested. I wasn't involve in the incident but the police siren and the light caught my attention, and what fate make me find her, just like that.

They always warned me that if she was resurrected, she mostly would have memory of me and her precious life. That maybe she would died like any other human and that maybe by the time I find her, she could have a family of her own. I wonder if those children that live in her house is her. Did she got married? Have a husband? Those questions would be murder for me if I wasn't dead already. See her with another man and have children, simply can not bear. Who is the other woman who live in the house, she look like have some family resembles, can be a family member? What is her name now? I see that last name written in the mailbox, Mossi, but not a name.

What should I do? Go to her and then. . . What do I say? HI! You may not remember me now, but 25 years ago your were my wife and you were killed in a fight to defend Earth from demons. Yeah, right, and she will believe me just like that. Think Ben, think! You're the son of the Ghost with the Most, you have the juice power and can come up with something.

The only think that I can do by now is watch her and ride in the sea of the memories that I have of the time I first met her.