You May Not Remember
Erik's Eyes: Part Three
I can't remember much of what followed. I somehow managed to cover my face with my hand, even though I was growing weak because of my loss of blood. A troop of policemen arrived just in time to save her life as well, that sound was lodged into my memory. I faintly recall my love kissing my disfigurement, out of her own free will, and then her vows of love to me. I was in so much pain, but yet I was the happiest I had ever been because of her love. I made last requests for her care, to the men around me and then tried to comfort her. After some difficulties, I got her to leave with a policeman escort. I was contented and allowed myself to be cared for by the doctor and police.
I knew I would love her forever. Pain infested me like a plague and yet nothing else resided in my mind besides her. Waves of throbbing, searing pain, like that from hundreds of daggers being thrust into my spine, made my body convulse. I wanted so badly to let unconsciousness overtake my mind, but I knew that if that were to happen, I could not dream of, nor remember my love and so I willed my mind to be patient. I had to admit to myself that rationally, this was idiotic…I didn't even know her true name…and yet I could not deny the feelings that had coursed through me after I had made her leave. I felt eternal love and in that, I knew I had to live. I had in my moments of lessened pain, and some sanity, I made requests and arrangements for her well-being. I was prepared to die for love…for my love…my love for an angel. But as I lay in the doctors guest bed, and tried to let the angel of death come for me, he did not appear. I begged him…the horror and torture was utterly terrible. I slipped in and out of consciousness constantly. To my great surprise, after hours of praying to death's angel, I was answered in an unconscious dream. There I found myself in front of the golden gates of heaven, beckoning them to open, but they would not. I was desperate and cried out for assistance. An angel that had black feathered wings met me at the gateway. She spoke to me in a voice, so musical, that I nearly wept at it's beauty. I wished I would see her face, but the light shining from her was too great. I listened attentively.
"You, my angel of music, are not welcome here at this time. One day you will be, but you are needed in the life you are so eager to leave behind for your love. Foolish choice my friend…"
"But what is wrong with dying for love?" I tried to sound as respectful as I could.
"It is a noble and godly thing to be willing to die for love…that in turn has granted you your salvation. But, in order to sing the song of love with the angels, you must be clever enough to realize that any fool can die for love, but only a man can survive the pain because he knows that he must live for his lover." Her light grew even brighter and it nearly blinded me. "So, what say you? Will you fight for love and for an honored death, or will you take the fool's way out?"
I swallowed hard. "I am no fool…I will endure for my love!"
"I knew you would, my angel…You deserve this second chance at love, especially after I denied it to you years ago." Her light faded for a minute and only a minute. But in that minute I saw something that nearly broke me in two. For there, shining as an angel should, in a white dress, flowers in her hair and those ebony downed wings, was my long neglected Christine.
