Here's to the Past

Your Task Isn't Done

The moon and stars seem to hang low in the dark sky. They're so bright you would think they were just Christmas lights, and if reached up enough, you could hold on in your hand, for a second. Two kids lay in the grass. Side by side. Looking up and admiring the beauty of it all. The speakers on the iPod laying in the grass played a song familiar to them. Both hummed along in tune. No missing a beat, or what would be a word.

"What do you think stars are? If you didn't know they're just hot gases exploding and creating light?" Her voice was like a butterflies soft dance through the spring breeze. He hoped that one day he'd actually get to really hear it. Not like this. In other ways. Like when she's crying and heart broken, or when she's singing her favorite song. He wanted to know every part of her voice.

"I guess I'd think they're all people. Waiting."

"Waiting for what?" She turned and looked at him her hair fell in her face and she was leaning on her arm. Her curious tone was adorable.

"On their families and friends, they're guiding them home."

"Huh. Do you think their is a star up there for me?" Something about the way she asked made him feel like something heavy was weighing on her mind. He wasn't sure how to proceed, so he did the best thing he thought he could. He grabbed her hand that was draped over her hip, kissed it, and looked at he for a long moment.

"If there isn't, which I don't know who wouldn't want to wait for you, but when my time comes, I'll wait for you. I'll make sure My time is before you. I'll make a deal with God, and I'll watch over you, and wait for you." Tears washed over her pink cheeks, which she quickly wiped away.

"Thank you." Her tone read with sincerity, and the hint that she was lost and struggling, but then she whispered, "I think you're right, I think that's why everyone sees their life and then a bright light before they die." And there it was.

"Did you die?" He was serious and sad. The one girl who's voice set him on fire was talking about death. Her death.

"Only for a moment, but I'm here now." She was still sad. Her momentary happiness at his words were clouded by a deep saddness.

"You're lucky." She looked confused

"Why? Because no one wanted me?"

"No, Because you still have a whole world to change. God can only take angels once they've finished their tasks." And then she was crying. He moved over to her and held her in a hug. He had broken her, but in a good way. Slowly, he was going to make her believe again.