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This is a story of adventure. This is a story of hope, of loss, of happiness and of pain. Mostly this is a story of love. I loved him. Words cannot express the deepness of my affections; how to my core, everything was him.
He came floating to me like an angel, in and out of my conscious mind. Since the day I died, and in turn was reborn, it has always been him. His voice sounded like warm water over smooth stones, his breath smelled of honey. "Drink" he coaxed, then pleaded. "Please. Please drink."
I was not thirsty. My mouth was growing numb, my head heavy and burdensome. Vaguely I became aware of some thick liquid sliding down my throat. No. I didn't want it. I wanted to lie hear and go to sleep, smelling his honey breath. But the liquid continued to make its way into my mouth, and soon I registered its taste on my tongue. Honestly it wasn't bad, and it tasted of him. My angel.
I lapped up the liquid like a thirsty cat. Lapping and licking turned to sucking. "That's it dear. You'll come around." He cooed to me as I drank. "I was worried for a while there. Thought you were gone. Pulse was so faint I thought you might not take, but you have now and you'll soon come around." His voice was magic. It enveloped me, like a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer. I opened my eyes and there my angel sat, his beautiful face smiling down at me.
"Almost there. Now gentle dear. There we go." The flow of liquid stopped; disconnected. I must have shown signs of discomfort because my angel took me in his arms, stroking my matted, sticky hair. "I know," he cooed. "This is hard I know. I would give you more if I could dear I promise. So sorry love. So sorry."
Wrapped in his arms, I drifted off to sleep. His voice was the backdrop of my dreams. My whole transformation he spoke to me, his voice washing over me in wave after wave. Somewhere far away I felt pressure, pulling. He pulled me into him, my blood and his blood and everything we were was one. From that moment on I loved my angel more than anything in the world. He had made his way into my core, my being, and I suddenly knew. I could see that we were meant to be one; two puzzle pieces nestled snugly against each other. The universe around us expanded and contracted, and when the spinning stopped, we were left together, forever bound.