𝑂𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠

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The odd thing about heaven is that no matter where you stand, there will always be a gentle breeze, one that carries the tune of a harp. Bringing with it hope, and hope's daughter faith. For Angel's this very energy is what feeds them, makes them who-what they are. But for entities "stuck" in heaven, or better known as a Nephalem. This song of the wind can be a reminder that they are an outsider in their own home.

(Sam's POV)

The gust of air surrounds me, I scrunch my nose in distaste. Can't even stand in a window without having to squint the chill away from your eyes. Exhaling deeply, my neck curves harshly when I drop my head to lay against the cool porcelain handrail. The muscle of my calf tensing when the silk curtains move against me in their own little dance. I can't tell you how long I've stood here, long enough that I've greeted the clouds, only to wish them a farewell.

"I always thought when we died we'd get all the answers to the universe, isn't it discouraging to see how much unknown there still is."

I lift my head just enough to see my pale arms and the abyss below me. "Not really," I lie. For some reason I didn't want to talk to her, even though she's probably the only person who truly gets it. I take a deep breath and turn back to her. "How are you doing today, Cora?"

Her questioning eyes scan over me quickly. "Quite well, things have been calm around here, new-comers tend to cause us much trouble, not your group though," she smiles softly. I wonder how she'd feel about the night I went to hell's bars with Devyn, or about just how much time I've been spending with the Demon's. "I just wanted to ask how you're handling it though?"

"Handling what?"

"The pull, the urge you feel to be with our opposites," oh how I wish I could bring it up as if it was the simplest thing.

"Um, well it hasn't been strong, have barely noticed it," stop lying, why does this feel like something I should be ashamed of? "Why? Was it something bigger for you?" I lower my head at her hearty laugh, feeling embarrassed at the question.

"Did I? I swear it was all I could think about, could barely do my duties because I was questioning what they'd be on the other side," she sighs. I didn't know one sigh could hold so much emotion. "I'm happy you aren't feeling such a way, it can be unpleasant," she smiles again, I swallow down the knots in my throat.

"So how's Blue doing my dear?"

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"Where's Tara?" I ask Corey as soon as he arrives, I got here a few hours prior and she was no where to be seen. He stops in his path, body going stiff as a statue.

"She's had work to do, they knew her child had two guardians so they might keep her for extra work time to time," he says confidently, voice steady, almost like a talking toy. My gaze follows him as he weaves through the bedroom, he straightens out a few things on Violets desk, giving no more insight on the question.

"Okay... She'll be back before the end of the day?" He quickly glances at me and shrugs. "Well then, I'll be in the front yard," I nod awkwardly. Pushing off from the door-frame, my toes smush into the scratchy white carpet, I drag my fingers against the textured paint as I make my way to the entrance.

"Hello, Lovely," a grin takes over the second I spot Blue in his little toy car. He giggles and looks up to the sun. I sit on his right side where the sidewalk starts. His mother to his left, who is looking heavily focused as she perfectly places a daisy sticker on the green plastic hood.

"Doesn't that just look amazing? Now you guys match!" She smiles and pats his bucket hat, which is quite a bit too big on him, I now realize it also has a daisy patch right in the center. "I'm going to go grab some lemonade, but I will be right back," her nose scrunches as she makes a silly face before leaving. I watch her go with a concerned look, they have no gate, Blue could just walk right out of here and get hurt.