[Patrick]
When the doctor told me Angela's heart stopped beating, it was like thunder on a sunny day. I hated myself, I hated myself for not being able to do anything. I hated this helplessness. I followed the doctor numbly to Angela's ward.
Angela was my everything. She was the light at the end of the tunnel. She was the girl I ran away with from the carnival. She was the central of my life. How could she just be dead like that?
I sat her bed, watching the perfect face, the golden curls, the slightly crooked nose, the full lips I loved to kiss. I smoothed the blanket on her and took her hand. It was so, so cold. And damp from sweat. Turning it over, I traced the prints from when she dug in her fingernails, amidst the pain. I kissed each of her fingertips, catching a whiff of her scent lingering. Tears rolled silently down my cheeks, and my heart felt like it was shattering into a billion tiny pieces.
Then a miracle happened.
The heart monitor beeped. I thought it must be wishful thinking, too scared to hope. Then it beeped again. And again. My eyes snapped up to the machine, hope welling in my chest. Was this possible? To come back from the dead? Or was the machine faulty or…?
A gasp sounded from Angela as she sucked in a deep breath, her body heaving upwards.
Oh my god.
The tears came quicker than ever, not because I was sad, but because I was so, so happy. My Angela is back. She is now truly an angel sent from heaven. I was so glad to see those beautiful blue eyes again. I gazed deep into them and saw endless, unlimited love. I felt myself moving forward, closer and closer to my angel. A small part of my brain told me I was being careless and rash, Angela just went through something big and she needed the rest. But I didn't care.
Then my lips met hers, gentle at first, then with ferocious love and adoration. "Never leave me again," I whispered between kisses, "never do that again." I heard the beeps from the heart monitor accelerating and fought back a chuckle. A faint blush tinted her cheeks, love swelling from my chest I thought my heart would burst out.