Moonlight Path

a/n: thanks for reviews! Especially KiramLewes, my first reviewer!

Previously in Chapter 3:

"Nice to meet you Monica… My name is Alexander Kindred and I don't know why but I was led out here because I felt like I needed to be here."

Chapter 4:

He helped me up to my feet as I wiped away my tears when the paper I had received in the newcomers' room fell out of my pocket.

"Hm? What's this?" he said as he picked up the tan paper with my information on it.

He looked over and read as I was still wiping my jeans from the dirt.

"So… your 33?" he asked looking at my very young appearance, "Wow, you don't look your age!"

"Huh? How did you know?" I said finally looking at him and then I spotted the paper, "Oh. Well then how old are you?"

"I just turned 34… Weird, you're a secretary?!" he said looking at me shocked as if he couldn't imagine me sitting behind a desk helping people.

"Um… yea, could you stop reading that? It's personal," I answered offended.

"Huh? Oh sure…" he said as if he didn't realize it was really that personal, handing it back to me.

He couldn't tell it was private? I thought about him.

He was handsome and didn't look that old either, more like a college senior or a guy still in school… but not a 34 year old man!

He didn't look old because his blonde hair was a little over his eyes and over his ears too, but it was cute.

I sound like a… teenager! Thinking this man is cute… but it's true… I thought and hoped my face turned pink because it was cold outside and not because of Alex.

"Well then, I think we should head inside and you know warm up? Plus I think the service is starting… Hey! I know, since I'm the only person you know, you can sit by me!" he decided, pulling my arm with his hand and leading me back to the church.

"What?! Sit by you? Hey where are you taking me?" I struggled out of his grip and then my wedding ring fell off of my finger.

I kneeled to pick it up, thinking about my dead husband and my Jackie, who was always smiling, and Kurt, who was complaining that his sister was spoiled more than him.

Tears started rolling down my face like small streams as I picked up my wedding ring off of the ground.

He stopped walking, noticing the ring and stated a little sad, "So… you're married."

"No… I was married… he and my kids died. In one day everything vanished and I became lost and I still am…"

He opened his mouth to say something but instead he kneeled down besides me and put his arm around my shoulder.

"I'm sorry for what happened but God still loves you. Remember that…" he whispered in my ear softly.

"Are you sure about that, you Christians sound so positive that God loves you and every single person equally with overflowing love… But how can you possibly believe that a God can have that much love?" I answered standing up and putting my ring back on.

"I don't think about it too much I just know it to be true," he answered with his arm still around me.

"Right, you just know…" I repeated quietly to myself, thinking if I had been wrong about everything and about life.

We entered the church and sat there, not saying anything to anyone or to each other.

The preacher stood up and began to preach. This is what really hit me:

"You will never know love until you have felt God's love… A love that is forever and true… His love being able to give us salvation through His son, Jesus, is indescribable… God loved you, He loves you, and He will love you for all eternity."

How do they know that this is real, that this is not just a religion? Why are they willing to give their lives to something they can't see? Why do they believe this book of impossible fairytales? Why? HOW? I thought to myself as I looked around at people standing up and raising hands as they sang.

"How?" I whispered to myself, "How?"

Alex looked down at me when he heard me talking to myself.

"How? It's not 'How?'… we just felt Him and we believe," he answered my question leaning down to whisper in my ear.