Resurrezione Resurrection
The sun rose that day, like any other, tinting the arches and pillars of the SWA a delicate shade of orange. Then it swept through the courtyards, catching in tiny dewdrops and awakening silken petals and buds. The sunlight continued, until it reached the gray-green hospital building.
Angelica's ward was as ugly, gray and sterile as before. The blackout curtains on the windows were heavy with dust, although as the sun came, a faint line of light glimmered through a crack.
The line settled faintly on Angelica's eyelid.
Then, her eyes opened.
She blinked.
Then, she smiled.
Slowly. Miraculously. She rose from the hospital bed, her mind set on one thing. One thing before she left. She stepped onto the cold floor. The wires began to fall from her, leaving red marks. She pulled off her oxygen supply and drew in deep breaths of clean morning air. Angelica was a marionette, breaking away from her strings, she didn't need them anymore.
Her fingers curled around the dark fabric of the blackout curtains. She pulled them away as if they were made of lead. Her eyes settled on the courtyard.
She didn't see an empty courtyard, in her mind it was full, full of forgotten people and memories.
Her nonna, silver hair drawn up in a tight bun. Her papà, the smiling man he had been before the debt and the divorce and the alchohol. And a thousand people she had forgotten, they were back now, the haze of the conditioning lifting. Angelica could have named every single last one of them, she wanted to shout their names out. Sing them like a song.
As she looked at all of them, her eyes caught around one man, Marco. He waved and called out to her, calling her to come down and join them.
Angelica smiled and sighed. As the sun dimmed in her eyes, she knew that she was going to be with them forever. Laughing, she floated like a feather towards them.
Author's Note: Going to completely revise the last two chapters. I'm taking a break from reading my reviews too. Oh yeah, Happy Holidays.