Amelia sat in the old victorian house that was in the center of town. The front door was open apart from the screen door and she grabbed the iced tea that was waiting to be drank and the trashy romance novel that she had found to love. She found herself wanting to sit on the porch in the humid weather and just read.
Mel had never had the leisure to do this and it brought tears to her eyes when she remembered doing this with. Them just sitting their drinking the iced tea and both of them just sitting in silence only the birds and the turning of pages.
It haunted her. People always died around her and she had just hoped that if she was far enough away that this wouldn't effect the people around herself anymore. God, how she had hoped that the innocent people around her would just stop going away but that was selfish of her to think that way. Amelia knew what heaven looked like and she knew the grandness of the gates but that didn't make the pain lessen.
Amelia changed into a long grey cotton skirt that reached the ground and allowed her to go barefoot and people not give her funny looks and wore white tank top that covered her back. She had pulled her long waist length hair into a messy bun.
She curled up into one of the white wicket chairs on her old porch and opened her book to the last chapter she was at. Only after a couple pages did the angel finally glance up to take a drink and watch as the sleek black car pull up in front of the pristine house.
Watching as the tall man step out and begin up the long sidewalk to her house.
She froze not knowing what to do. Hoping that this was just some sick hallucination and not the man that had been in her mind since she saw him in the church but as she saw him approach. All she could do was watch with rapt attention as the tall, broad shoulder and painfully handsome man stop at the stairs of her porch.
The image of the sacred garden popped into her mind. He was the apple and she was the sinner.She stood seeing that he wasn't going anywhere. It pained him to be so close and yet not have her in his arms.
Truly this was hell.
"Hello, Amelia." His voice drew him in and she crossed her arms in a protective manner. He saw this and wanted to growl. She wasn't suppose to afraid of him.
"Hello, sir. Can I help you?" She asked softly and dropped her head slightly.
"The names Cedric." He smiled encouragingly as he took one step close to her and held out his large hand. Mel looked at the hand like an offensive thing and took a half a step back. Unruffled by this he took his hand back and admired her and her small willowy figure. "I came to ask a few questions." He asked but she knew it wasn't a question. It was a demand and most people would sense the dominance in his voice but all she did was take another step back but otherwise looked painfully shy.
"Would you like a glass of tea?" She asked and gestured toward a white wicket chair.
"Yes, please." Cedric smiled at her what was supposed to be a charming smile but only made her take a step farther away from him. Completely opposite away from what he wanted.
"I'll be back in a moment. Make yourself comfortable." Amelia gave a small dip of her head and left inside the house. She came back seconds later carrying a glass of iced tea with a lemon handing off the side of the glass but when she glanced up she froze as she saw the seat he had taken. The last person who had sat in that chair was Seth and it burned slightly but she knew it was irrational to feel that way over a chair.
"Thank you." His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. This was the first time she had ever reacted to a male like this and it made her uneasy.
