Everything
Her voice was beautiful. Clear and soft, no edges, ringing through his head, his body. Her song balm, healing every wound, turning pain to joy, nothing to something. Her thin, fairy like frame against the light, with the light, God, she was light. She was his light.
Maybe God had forgiven him. Maybe He was merciful and had sent him an angel.
She was light.
She was hope.
In his world full of darkness, of nothing, His angel was here, shining.
To Rob Lucci, Odette was everything.