Chapter Two – The Angel that walked the Earth

Chris had removed himself from his mothers grasp and walked away from her. He watched as the men put the dirt over the coffin, he wanted to stop them, jump down and pull Jesse out of the coffin. But it was not an option, nothing was an option anymore. He heard behind himself the many voices of people leaving, shaking hands and driving off. He heard Jesse's parents, Tina and Jim in the background, he wanted to help them in all of this, but how could he? He was barely moving himself.

The wind blew its harsh cold air across his face; he even felt a rain drop on his nose. He looked up and saw the picture of Jesse, the blue eyes, buzzed hair cut, strong face, and very handsome, surrounded by a circle of flowers, white roses. He knew Jesse would have liked that, he loved the smell of the white rose. He looked at the picture; he wanted it to talk, to say something. How could have Jesse been taken away like that? It wasn't fair. Then before Chris started to lose it, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Hello son." Said Jim Orlando, Jesse's father. He was a very tall man, with blonde hair, a noble chin, the amazing blue eyes, and very strong.

Chris didn't say anything in reply; he continued to look forward in watching the men cover the burial.

"Chris, I know Jesse loved you very much, so please don't think of less of that." Jim began, "You were his best friend, before you were lovers. I remember the day he came to us two days before hand and ask us for his permission to marry you. A charming man."

Chris felt his eyes begin to water and chin to tremble.

"I was so proud when he asked though, just like an Orlando, very business like. An Orlando and a Halliwell, a perfect match in my eyes." Jim stopped, and looked down at Chris, his head was bowed and body shaking. Jim walked over and placed his large hand on Chris' back.

"Christopher," Jim said looking right into Chris's green eyes. "I know, I am feeling the pain, my only son dead, no siblings, he was my future and pride. And I know he was your future and pride, the two of us, meaning you and me Christopher have an understanding of what we're feeling."

Chris looked up at Jim, he saw his face no so serious anymore, but it was almost a mask. His face was on the verge of letting go, but he looked like he was holding strong. Jim and Chris put their foreheads together, and as Wyatt looked over Chris was saying something to Jim.
Wyatt, a wholesome twenty year old, with long blonde curly hair, blue eyes, looked over at his brother. He remember the night too well, for anything since that moment, Chris had been silent to everyone.

October 10, 2005, Chris and Wyatt were watching the movie "Elizabeth." Chris is a senior in high school, and Wyatt a sophomore in college, home for the weekend. Chris had to watch this movie for his Shakespearian unit in his English class. He watched as Queen Mary on the screen bellowed on because of her stomach pains. However, Chris's mind was elsewhere, he looked down at his engagement ring. Wyatt looked over and smiled.

"You really love that thing don't ya?"

"That and the man who gave it to me." Chris smiled, touching the ring. "It was so perfect Wyatt, God I can't wait until he gets back from Los Angeles."

Wyatt smiled, "Love…gah!"

"That's because you've never loved before." Chris replied.

"On the contrary my young lover bee, Ashley counts." Wyatt replied.

"Um right," Chris said fascinated by the ring. "When's he going call?"

"He didn't call you last night?"

"No, I am kind of worried; he always calls me when he's away. Even when he is South of France every summer he gives me those twenty second phone calls." Chris then re-enacts the phone call, "Hey baby! This phone call is costing me like a hundred bucks a minute, but you're worth it and I love you so much! Can't wait to see you. Love you!"

Wyatt roles his eyes, and smiles.

"Ahhh Wyatt, when you picked up the phone once he said that to you, and –"

"And…yes I know. I was flattered even for myself. Geez kid, relax."

The two of them continued to watch the movie and then twenty minutes later the phone rang, and Chris leaped off the couch and went to it. "My Baby" Appeared on the screen, he flipped the phone open.

"Hey Babe!" Chris said with a smile.

"Christopher? This is Jim." He heard over the phone.

"Oh, hey."

"Christopher, I am so sorry, but Jesse was in accident. Can you orb to Los Angeles right away, Torrance Memorial Hospital, 5th floor. He doesn't have much time." Chris felt his world come to a stop, his stomach fall from under him, and his hands go cold. He orbed out while dropping the phone.

"Bro?!" Wyatt said turning around, "Chris?"
Wyatt saw the phone on the ground, to the sound of a ring tone. Wyatt went to go pick it up, and his empathy went off. He got a huge wave of it hit him, he felt fear, shear terror, he hung up the phone and followed Chris' orb.

Wyatt followed his orb into a broom closet which was left wide open, he orbed in just in time for a nurse not to see him.

"Excuse me sir, what are you doing in there?" She asked.

"I am sorry; I am following my little brother." Wyatt walked out and into the clearing. He was in the middle of an ER ward. He looked around, why would Chris be here? Wyatt thought.

"Oh god." Wyatt said, as he walked through the hospital. He saw Jim and Tina standing outside a room, a white male doctor walked out pulling off latex white gloves, and to Wyatt's horror, with blood. The doctor shook his head.

"CHRIS!?" Wyatt yelled.
Tina fell into her husbands arms and cried.
The doctor came up to Wyatt, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"My little brother, is he in there?" Wyatt said pointing to the open room, with currents around the windows.

"Sir, please if anything he's going to need some alone time."

Wyatt was then nudged by a woman walking by.

"Oh, I am sorry sir." The woman with red hair passed before she covered her face with a tissue. Wyatt walked her walk to her car, and looked back into Chris' direction and saw Jim walking back from Chris; he put his hand on Wyatt's shoulder, and then walked on to Piper and Leo. Wyatt walked towards Chris, and stopped only feet from him.

"We have to go now." Wyatt said.

Chris turned his head, but only slightly and acknowledged. Chris then moved his sight back to the grave which was now completely covered and the men were taking their shovels and walked back to the shed. The wind blew cold again, and rain drops fell a few. He looked on the tombstone, which read:

Jesse Isaac Orlando
1988 – 2005
The Angel, that walked the Earth.

He read it over, and over, it didn't change anything or bring any comfort. He stepped forward until the tips of his shoes were touching the newly laid dirt.

"Jesse," Chris began to speak.

Wyatt turned and looked; he noticed several others did as well.

"Baby," Chris continued, "I miss you so much. I am broken." His chin then began to tremble, and tears fell from his eyes once more. "Why did it have to happen this way? We did everything right. I have to go, but I can't. I'll be walking away from you, I don't know if I am strong enough to do that."

Piper Halliwell took a step forward, but the Pastor put his hand on her shoulder. Piper stopped.

"I know I will see you in my dreams, I will see you in my memories, I will see you in the countless pictures I have, and you're reflection in the ring on my finger; but none of it is the same, I can't live my life without you. Fourteen years Jess, I can't erase the entire time I knew you; I wish I could to make this easier. Fourteen years of amazing things, I am sorry I never spent more time with you, I am sorry I didn't go down to Los Angeles, with you. Maybe I could have changed things, and you would be standing next to me, Jesse, I love you so much!" he put his hands over his face and cried for a moment, then he removed them, he looked at the grave, "I will see you again my love. In heaven, but I don't know if I can wait that long to see you. Please come back, I am going now." He turned and began to walk to the car. As he passed his family his mother was in tears.

The drive home was a silent one, the clouds building over the horizon, and the outside getting darker and darker. The car stopped by a playground, Chris instantly recognized it as his old elementary school.

"I'll be home later." Chris said as he orbed from the car.

It was too late, Leo accelerated on the gas as Chris orbed out. Piper and Wyatt watched as he materialized onto a swing on the playground.