Ch:II The Angel in my Dream

The next thing I remember was not the pain, but a voice; the voice of an angel. As soon as the singing stopped I think I cried. I assumed I was in a coma, or some kind of deep sleep. I was aware of my surroundings: I lay on a bed, or possibly a couch; I was warm and by what I had heard, I must have been in a small house. I desperately wanted to applaud the singing, or at least beg her not to stop. Then I began to regain more feeling, the cuts and scrapes all over my body screamed out all at once. I think it was that pain that sent me back into complete unconsciousness, because when I woke up, the pain was the first thing I remembered. Then I saw her. Julia! I had no idea she was capable of that kind of singing. I stared at her for what seemed an eternity, the whole time I was begging and pleading with my body to get up and embrace her. Then, as if reading my mind, she turned and our eyes met. I wanted to tell her a million things, my heart almost burst, after all this time I finally saw the passion in her eyes that I only thought possible in a fairy-tale or maybe a dream. Then, I said something, the thing I'd wanted to tell her the whole time I had been there.

"Just like that, sing for me, please." Then I was out like a light once more, but I swear I saw her smile. And it is that smile that will haunt me for the rest of my life.