The hunter lay asleep. His ears were covered by headphones, which had played "American Pie"by Don McLean as he had drifted off but now had moved on. They kept him fast asleep as the angel's wingbeats announced his arrival.
It had been a few months since they'd seen each other last. They both knew it was only a matter of time until they met up again, but nothing would be the same.
The angel watched the hunter sleep for a few moments before he stepped closer to his bed. He reached out and put two fingers on the hunter's temple to keep him asleep as he leaned down and placed a feather-light kiss on his lips. He kept his touch there for a few seconds longer. He could feel his own presence in the hunter's mind, and he could feel those eight months mixed with anger, pain, and confusion.
With a tiny twitch of the angel's power, those memories were gone.
The angel stepped back and looked at the hunter one more time.
Nothing would be the same.
