Imagine Us in Heaven

Questioning Principles

[TW: This part contains content that some might find disturbing, reader's discretion is advised]

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They say that every building tells a story, especially those landmarked lofts with classic layouts and custom details that pay homage to the historical city. I live in this kind of luxury, go to the popular spots, and party all day with people I call friends. It isn't like I don't miss that kind of lifestyle. I do. But I don't want to exchange the freedom I have now to go back and be put in a cage like a bird.

Clement offers spacious studio to four-bedroom layouts and an amenity lineup that makes it easy to stay close to home. I roam my eyes around the place; it has an open and airy design that feels decidedly modern. The ceilings are high, and the views are incredible. The tall, floor-to-ceiling windows allow light to stream in. Every piece of furniture is sophisticated and stylish, and the white paintings brighten the entire room.

It's the kitchen that stays in my mind. All the light grey cabinets, stainless appliances, and the refrigerator with capacitive touch displays, LED lighting, and quick cool and freeze options. Even the dishwashers have hidden controls and WIFI capability.

I know Clement will not fail when it comes to style. I feel like this is one of the things my brother admires about him. If I recall Ivor's taste, he is one boring dude. My brother doesn't care much about fashion or style. As long as it looks good to him and comes with all the necessary features he needs, he is satisfied.

We step onto the white oak floors, and I see Winter running towards the window to gaze outside. I can't help but smile inwardly; it feels like taking care of a child. He turns to me and beams beautifully. Ah, now all the exhaustion disappears.

"Por dios por santo!"

Nina, the maid, and Carlos, the head guard, are two of the people Clement told me I could trust. Speaking of Nina, this is her first reaction when she sees Winter. She even makes the sign of the cross as she gapes wide-eyed at the ethereal figure in front of her.

Carlos is Nina's son. Just like his mother, he is a religious person, believing in the supernatural and such. So, it doesn't take long for me to explain my current situation to them.

"Er, I hope you don't mind, but I don't want anyone knowing about his..."

"Por supuesto! Puedes confiar en nosotros!"

"Uh, what is she saying?" I ask Carlos, who is sitting beside his mother, still gawking at Winter, who is now eating another set of fries.

Carlos apologizes profusely and advises his mother, "Mamá! Él no habla español. Habla en inglés, por favor."

"Oh, sorry, sorry... you're...?"

"Blythe," I extend a hand, and she shakes it vigorously. To be honest, I think I like her. Both mother and son seem kind, warm, and trustworthy. "Just this morning, a group of teenagers made fun of him. And also, I think a couple who work in the circus are looking for him."

"Oh, this is no place for an angel," Nina sympathizes, and I can feel the genuine care in her voice. "But, what are you feeding him?

"Well, he likes fries. He seems very fond of them, can't understand why."

"Mi querido niño, this is not good for you..." Nina says, taking the food away from Winter, who looks at her wonderingly. "I will fetch you something better. Made of potatoes if that's what you like. Come, come..."

Winter smiles and rushes to follow Nina to the kitchen, leaving me with Carlos, who is equally captivated as his mom.

"Do you believe in angels?" I ask out of the blue.