Angel's Authority

Part Two, Chapter Nineteen: The Saints back in Action

Based on the Volition Inc.™ game: Saints Row 2™

EVA

I still couldn't realize what I had done even after standing on Aisha's porch, waiting for the girl to answer the door after us ringing the doorbell. The Sins were slowly managing to get through to me but as long as I kept resisting, they would never get a hold of my senses completely. I wouldn't have been held accountable for such recklessness even during my days as the Evil Witch. That had always been Theodora's reputation.

I could hear voices from inside, meaning that the Misters King and Chang were already inside just as they had assured me on the phone that they would be. King's deep and calming voice, Chang's kind and elderly voice and among them was Aisha's vigorous one which I had very much missed although I wouldn't admit it. She asked her guests to wait while she got the door, which opened seconds later.

At first, I couldn't even recognize her, that's how much she had changed. No more braids and short clothes. Her hair was kept in a fresh pixie cut and she had swapped the Saints' purple for a white blazer and suit pants with silver heels. She looked like a very sophisticated woman now; no longer the adventurous girl that I had gotten to know five years ago.

Once she saw me, she fell into my arms. I had only received such a tight and loving hug from father and Glinda. The way she had her arms wrapped around my shoulders only forced me to do the same from under hers. Each of us leaned our heads into the other's and just smiled into the shoulder below it.

We held the embrace for something that felt like a long time. But it was not awkward and I did not want it to pass. On the contrary, I wanted this embrace to last an eternity. I felt so hopeless without my friends and family and now having missed five years. Aisha's hug was an anchor in the sea of despair that was slowly pulling me down and drowning me.

Yet when she saw who was standing behind me, I can barely describe all the things that went on in her face. The only thing that I could think of was true love. Unconditional and infinite love. The way her eyes sparked and in the same time teared up. The way her smile beamed through the night and in the same time radiated defeat. I had to admit that not even Elenor had ever made me feel the way that I saw in Aisha.

Once the two appreciated each other's presence, she fell into his strong arms, kissing him passionately as he lifted her by the hip and gave her a quick spin. I instinctively looked away, waiting for them to finish their act of affection but I could not help but light up with happiness nevertheless.

How I missed Elenor... The way his stubbles tickled my cheeks when we hugged and the smell of sandal wood on his always ironed clothes. His warm lips on mine and the strong grip of his arms around my waist. I longed for love. His love. His closeness, his everything. The only man that could make me feel the way I felt when thinking about him.

The many sleepless nights thinking of him while the curse had made me suffer and that I now remembered. All the scenarios of being together that I imagined during these episodes of insomnia. I kept dreaming of him and a possible future together. A decade of suffering and heartache, all the while the curse slowly ate away at my sanity as well.

To think that now, I had him was keeping me move forward. That all this time of waiting had been worth it in the end was my motor to try and get out of here. Just like the hopes and signals that I've felt radiate from him had kept me going back then. Imagining a different outcome was sheer impossible. Aisha's voice ripped me out of my daydreams.

"You got him out!"

She screamed into my ears as she broke away from her boyfriend and embraced me again. The terror of seeing a ghost was immediately flushed away after realizing that the two of us were in fact, standing in front of her. Her hug almost made me cry after spending all these thoughts on Elenor. I was a hopeless romantic and all I wanted was to be near him again.