I just finished writing the last chapter and I really wanted to continue but I will probably wait to post it because I'd figure you guys should have more time to read and review. Hint hint. Anyway, my sister and I were watching the Bachelorette tonight? Can you believe she did that? Oh my gosh. I need to stop talking about this.

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Luce was lying curled in her bed while the other angels stood outside her door later that morning, conversing quietly. She wasn't paying attention to what they were saying. She couldn't pay attention to anything except for the now vacant place next to her on the bed that no one could replace. No one but Daniel. She regretted everything; her running away, their fighting before she ran away, her taking such offense to him calling her a bitch and refusing to talk to him, saying she hated him and that she never wanted to see him…all of it really.

She had stopped crying shortly after Daniel's death because there was no way of expressing her grief. Not even tears. She knew that after her father died her mother hardly left Luce alone for more than an hour and at the time Luce found it annoying, but now she understood; she wasn't lonely, she needed to fill that hole in her heart that only her husband could fill but she always had her daughter. At least Luce's mother had a daughter, Luce had nothing. She was married at eighteen, almost a mother at nineteen, and a widow at nineteen. Where does someone go from there besides down?

Was this how he felt the first time she died? All she wanted to do was sleep but her mind could not shut itself down enough for sleep. Every movement she made felt exaggerated and she had to work so much harder for simple, minute movements.

Outside the bedroom, the five angels were having a discussion about the future. "There's so much that he was supposed to teach her." Molly whispered.

Matthew put his arm around Gabbe and kissed her head in a friendly way. "We can help her as much as possible. Right Cam?" he asked.

Up until then, Cam had been quiet, standing by the window paying a great deal of attention to the mansion grounds with his back to the group of angels. He moved his head to the side but the group could still not see his face. "Right." He agreed in a flat voice.

"Is she going to be up for it? I mean, her husband, soul mate, true love…just…" Roland began but did not finish the sentence because he did not want to actually voice it out loud. Everyone knew what he was talking about anyway.

"And even if she is it will be a week before she has her powers back and is able to do anything." Molly reminded them. "But there's only one of us here able to teach her how to fly and use her powers properly."

Everyone was silent so Matthew said, "Cam, are you listening to us at all?"

Cam shook his head. "Not really, no. I need a drink." He said, walking away but he only made it a few strides before Roland called him back.

"Good luck finding any booze. I think Daniel cleaned it all out himself a couple weeks ago." He said.

"You could talk to us though." Gabbe offered with a friendly smile.

Cam laughed darkly and finally turned to face them with sad eyes and a helpless expression on his face. "And say what? Talk about what? How bad I feel that my brother just died? The hindsight I am having right now? I'd rather drown my sorrows and never talk to any of you again." He turned back around.

"You are more like him than you think. You're reacting just the way he would if it was you that died." Roland said.

Cam turned again. "But I didn't die. He did."

"You don't have to be alone Cam." Molly said.

He laughed darkly, the guffaws echoing throughout the large corridor. "Yes, I do actually. Because when I'm around other people I hurt them. It's just what I do. I mean, who knows? Maybe Daniel would be alive if I wasn't with him under water and then desert him like I did. It was my fault." He admitted quietly, spinning and walking into the closest room to avoid any more argument.

He happened to walk into the room where they had put Daniel's body. It was lying on a large settee and he was wrapped in one of his silk robes. He looked so peaceful that he could have been asleep. But Cam wasn't focused on that, simply looking for a stash of alcohol somewhere. Finally he found a flask tucked away in a desk drawer and flipped the lid of it open quickly, pressing the cool metal to his lips and finding instant relief. He leaned against the desk as he downed the entire flask in one chug, exhaling loudly and wiping his mouth before stumbling over to one of the sofas; Cam never did handle alcohol well.

As he was lying there, something miraculous happened. Cam was, of course, not aware of it because he was starting to fall into an intoxicated sleep. But then he was awoken by a sharp intake of air from somewhere in front of him. However, Cam assumed that it was just a maid seeing her dead master's body so he kept his eyes closed.

Then someone spoke, "What happened?" and Cam opened his eyes, seeing that he was alone in the room except for the dead angel.

"Who's there?" Cam asked, blinking blearily.

"Cam, what are you doing?" the voice asked, but Cam was too far gone to pay attention to who it was as he finally passed out.

Oh shoot! (I just realized that I say that way too often at the end of a chapter.) haha. Oh well. Sorry it was short. Review please, like pretty, pretty please!

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