The Love of an Angel Excerpt
The cemetery was such a tragically familiar place to her. She knew every tree and flower guarding the dead, she knew the number of steps to each headstone, she knew which graves were visited regularly, and she knew all the details of the last six tombs and their tenants.
It was Sunday. The rest of the sleepy little town was packed away into the little white church that she could just see beyond the rows of graves, and the unreligious few were still asleep, so the nostalgic cemetery was quiet. Evelyn ran her fingers lightly over the cold, white marble headstone, relishing the peacefulness that only the heart of the cemetery could bring. The playful autumn wind sent the browning leaves dancing across the ground, a few of them hitting the tombstone as they went, tapping against the marble surprisingly loudly.
Untying the pale pink ribbon that held together the small bouquet of roses, Evelyn carefully chose one from the bunch and laid it gently in the shadow of the tombstone, where it rested peacefully, its petals fluttering lightly in the breeze as if waving her on.
Against her will, tears began to form in her eyes, but she told herself it was because of the biting wind. Taking a shaky breath, she began to speak.
“Hey there, James,” she said softly, not bothering to talk over the wind this time. “I. . . I. . .” Evelyn tried to say something, tried to make it seem like she was comfortable with death now, but she knew you could never get used to the feeling of losing someone you love.
She pulled some tissues out of her pocket and dabbed at her eyes, laughing.
“You’d think,” she grinned, blinking her eyes furiously, “that I would have run out of tears by now.” The wind howled in agreement. “But,” she laughed again, “I guess when they say humans are made up of seventy percent water, they aren’t kidding.” This time the air, still restless, pulled at her hair playfully, as if laughing.
Her laughter died, but her eyes seemed to have a life of their own as they scanned the tombstone hungrily. They traveled down the length of it until they landed on the message engraved at the very bottom:
Forever Gone, Forever Here.
Evelyn felt a slight stirring in her chest; the epitaph was half wrong. James was Forever Gone, but he would never be Forever Here. “Nothing’s ‘Forever Here,’ is it?” Evelyn asked sadly.
Only the wind answered.
*** A/N So this is a story that I will start uploading pretty soon (hopefully within the first couple of weeks of June). Please stick around for it; I promise it will be worth it! It's going to be VERY different from Kidnapping the Prince though. I'm trying to take a more realistic viewpoint on this one. :) Thanks so much for reading this, and please come back when chapter one is posted!
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The Love of an Angel
ParanormalEvelyn Woods has lost everyone she has ever loved, except her little brother Benjamin. The fact that one day she will be the only one he has to depend on is the only thing that keeps her going – the only thing that keeps her alive. But to go from sc...
