A/N: Just a
little ficlet to let you know I'm still alive. Italics...don't ask questions.
He'd avoided that place for a whole year to the day. It was too heart-wrenching for him to take…too many memories.
Even though it was almost across the street from the apartment her live in, alone… he hadn't been there since last Halloween.
It wasn't the graveyard- hell no, though couldn't remember a person by their last name engraved on a rock.
No…
Collins felt the cool brick beneath his fingers.
This is where we first met…He sighed and sank onto the asphalt below him.
She always said how much she loved Halloween.
"Hey baby…happy Halloween." He whispered with his eyes closed, trying as hard as he could to just melt into the wall.
"So, what can I say?" He asked rhetorically. "I miss you…but I know you know that." Another sigh, shuddery as the professor did all in his power not to cry.
"It's kind of ironic…it's your favorite holiday, and we never even got to spend it together."
Why did God have to take you away from me so soon?
"Roger's not doing so good."
There must be Angels on this earth…
"Of course, I'm not either." Collins paused. "I'm probably gonna be up with you soon."
God puts them down here to save who they can…
The anarchist stared at the wall again, noticing for the first time a sideways 8 spray-painted on it. He didn't know if it had been there before or not.
Then he has to take them back to heaven…
He stood up, tracing the yellow infinity sign with his fingers.
So they can watch us from up there…
He still remembered what her gravestone said, even though he'd only actually seen it once. Of course…of course he remembered.
A.D. SHUNARD
April 16, 1971 – October 27, 1993
Like hell she died in 1993.
Angels never die.