I came back from heaven into the icy pit that was hell. But, for some reason, that was okay. nI felt more at home here. I felt like heaven was... An old home. A place where I used to live, but had moved out. Hell was my home now.
Zara looked up at me with cat-green eyes. "Did you get you're question answered, hun?"
"Nope," I said with a sigh.
She gave me a look of pity. "Soon enough, you'll figure it out.
We walked down the stairs to see Caelin. He was wearing a black t-shirt (with two holes in the back for his wings,) with black jeans and black boots. That had to say something about him...
"So, went to heaven?" he asked.
"Yep."
"And you decided to come back here? Why?"
"For reasons that you dont need to know about yet," I said with a smile. He grinned.
We ate dinner. I scrunched my nose at Zara'a food, more to tease her than anything. She stuck her tongue out at me w=and went back to her pork heart. Caelin laughed.
It was then that it hit me.
We were a family. A disfunctional, strange, should-not-be-allowed family, but we were still one. We knew eachother. We all loved eachother in one way or another. This was how we were meant to be.
For the first time since I had gotten herem I didnt really miss home so much.
A few hours later I lay in bed. As my eyelids slowly closed, I fell into a dream.
I was only five years old. It was my birthday! I was so happy... And everybody had to know!
That included my angel.
Oh, mommy told me he was immaginary. I knew that. But he was still my very best friend.
I ran up to my room to see a older boy sitting on my bed. He had big black wings, just like a birdy. He was handsome! He was wearing a gray t-shirt, with blue jeans and black converse. He smiled when I came in.
"Hey, sweetie," he said.
"Cay-lin!" I thought that was how it was spelled... "Its my birthday!"
"Hey, thats great! Are you gonna have a party?"
"Yup. Mommy said that you can come!"
The angel smiled sadly.
"I cant, sweetie. I have to go. But I'll see you again someday."
"Nooooo!" I whailed. He was my bestest friend! How could he leave? And on my birthday...
"Hey, its okay. But I cant stay anymore. Dont worry, honey. You'll forget me as you get older."
"Nuh-uh! I wont forget you! I cant! You're my best friend!"
I may have been mistaken, but it looked like my angel had tears in his eyes. "But you cant remember, kid. I'm so sorry..."
He kissed my forehead, like daddy always does. "I love you, kiddo. I hope you at least remember that."
I nodded. "I will, Cay-lin." I wiped a tear from my eye, trying to be strong.
"Good girl. Happy birthday. Now go have fun, Deliah."
I woke up crying. In that moment, I was still five and had just lost my best friend. Then reality came beck.
How could I have forgotten? My best friend. Caelin. Oh, God, all that time. I now remembered why that birthday had sucked so much.
He hadnt been immaginary. He had loved me. He had taken care of me and been there for me. I smiled as I remembered the time that my fevorite teddy-bear had been torn apart by the dog. I cried in my room as my Mom sewed him back together. Caelin had held my hand.
I got up out of bed. I opened my door carefuly, trying not to make enough noise to wake Zara or any other servents. I walked quietly to the end of the hall to Caelin's room.
I tappen on his door. No answer. I opened it and stepped in, still silent.
Caelin was sprawled out in his bed, with a foot hanging off the edge. I walked over to him and gently tapped on his shoulder.
He jerked awake, opening sleepy black eyes. He looked up at me and mumbled "Deliah?"
"Hey, I had a weird dream." I said.
"Oh... A bad one?" he asked, sitting up.
"Actually, it was. I think it may have been a memory."
His eyes widened. "Of what?"
"It was of the best friend I have ever had. You wouldnt know him. He left me on my birthday."
Still too sleepy to comprehend, Caelin said "What a jerk."
I grinned. "Like you wouldnt beilive..."
"Whats so funny?"
"Well, this friend was such a jerk later on, too. I didnt see him for years. Twelve years. But then, one night while I was going to some stupid party, he came and kiddnapped me! Then he wouldnt tell me why, or who he really was. But there was always something about him... And then we bacame friends again, and then I had this dream..."
By now, I think he knew. "Wow, I'm sure he's sorry... Do you think you could forgive him?"
"Hmm, does this count as an answer?" I said.
Then I kissed him.
I felt him sink into it, right after he got over being shocked. He kissed me back with such passion that it was almost scary. But I was kissing him with the same amout of passion.
Soon, the pressure of his lips changed, and I knew what was going to happen.
I leaned back against the bed...
