English is not my first language (French is) so let me know if I made any mistake. Grammar, vocabulary or even syntax. Thanks!
Prologue
I dreamed of angels again. It had been three nights in a row of men with slender white wings flying all around me. Where I was, there was light everywhere. For the first time in a while I felt perfectly safe, protected. I went on feeling the moment, trying not to think about what was awaiting me when I'd wake up. For now, I was happy.
Suddenly, everything stopped around me and silence came. The angels had ceased their peaceful flight; they were looking at me with a neutral look in their inhumanly perfect faces. Then, their gazes drifted past me and I turned around in hope to see what they were now looking at. I could not see him because his face was hidden in shadows and fog. But I knew it was him and somehow I knew his eyes were directly on mine.
« Cassia… I'm here. »
I felt self-conscious and guilty under his stare. It had been days, weeks and soon it would be months. I didn't have a clue about where he was. He could be dying for all I know. Although it took me all I had in me to restrain myself from even considering this as a possibility, he could be dead. Non-existent. I was failing him and that was unbearable.
« No, you're not. » I responded, too aware of the realness of my words. He was not there. Except maybe in my heart. I am not naïve enough to believe it counts for anything that he is in my heart. In reality, he is either in hell or dead. Just as bad as it sounds.
Less than a minute later, the dream was over. But not before I had a chance to see his face flashing to me, reminding me of the turning-point moment in my life. The moment that had me wondering. When for a split, decisive second, I saw him on the microcard. Ky… Where are you now?