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Chapter Two: Coffee Conversations
I sat across from Miles in a rustic styled coffee shop. He looked so out of place here with his easy going Californian clothes surrounded by people who keep up with all the latest trends. Since we'd gotten our coffee he'd remove his hat so I could see his eyes. They were a clear blue color like the oceans in the tropics. I noticed he had some freckles splashed across the bridge of his nose.
"So you're in the Nephilim Program?" he asked taking a sip from his cup. His eyes were serious, but still friendly.
"Yeah, but I'm sure what it is," I said honestly swiping some whip cream from the top on my cappuccino. I remember having this weird energized feeling when I stepped onto the campus of Shoreline, but I didn't know why. His eyes widened then his face looked like he was thinking too hard, like he was trying to make a decision.
"Do believe in angels?" he asked setting down his coffee leaning forward.
"I guess yeah. My mother used to tell me all types of stories when I was younger about them, but I don't know how much is true," I answered before taking a taste of my drink. A lump grew in my throat. My mother may have wanted to change me and mold me into her, but she was still my mother and I missed her. It's only been a few months since she and my father died. It was still a touchy subject.
"What did she tell you?" he asked squinting his eyes. I started to feel a little nervous under his constant gaze and his questions brought back memories I didn't really want to think about anymore.
"Well, she would tell about how captivating they were and tell me of the beauty of their wings. She told that one day they fell from Heaven had to choose Heaven or Hell. Half chose Heaven and became Fallen Angels. The other half chose Hell and became angelic demons," I said softly. He bit his lip and I could see he wanted to tell me something.
"Were parents always on trips and things like that?" he asked and I nodded yes.
"Darcy, I know this might scare you, but you were going to learn about this anyway," he said quietly.
"What?" I asked a sense of fear surged through me.
"Angels are real. All the stories you've been told are real. Your parents were always on trips because they were angels and they had duties to fulfill," he said looking at me his eyes gentle. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed where I sat. Slowly the pieces began to connect. My parents' unbelievable beauty for their age of fifty five, their elegant movements, how they seemed to glow, their constant goodbyes like they would never return, the books they had me read of the Announcers, the Outcasts, the half human half angel children, the legends. They were all true. The only reason I was one hundred percent sure was the feeling in my bones. It was a heat that ran through my body, like the warmth of a fire on a cold night. I looked at Miles and gave him and understanding look.
"Are you, Luce, Shelby and Jasmine angels?" I asked finally able to move my lips.
"No, Luce is human. Shelby, Jasmine and me are Nephilim, children of a human and an angel," he said weary.
"So what am I?" I asked folding my hands together.
"I'm sure angel I assume. If you want to find out we can go to Francesca and our other teacher Steven now," he said hooking a thumb over his shoulder.
"No that's fine, I think I've learned enough life changing things for one day," I said standing up with shaky legs. "I just think I need a nap."