Between Heaven and Hell

Epilogue

Between Heaven and Hell

Copyright © 2012 by Carla Meyer

All Rights Reserved

 

EPILOGUE

Joey Olsen sat in the backseat of his parents’ car, watching his younger sister, Phoebe Olsen, sleep on his shoulder. Normally he would have been the annoying brother and woke her up, but he felt a strange caring towards his sister. He wanted nothing more than for his family to be at peace, for them to love and cherish one another and to live a long, happy life. He didn’t understand why he suddenly felt so sentimental, but he put it at the back of his mind.

They arrived at the beach early the next morning, and Joey and Phoebe rushed towards the beach house. It was a two-story house which belonged to their father’s boss; he had graciously offered his holiday home to them. And it was much needed. Joey’s father was a busy man, being both an architect and a minister.

“Joey, Phoebe, come have some breakfast,” called their mother, and the siblings raced one another towards the kitchen. Joey won the race, of course.

“You cheated,” cried Phoebe, pouting and sticking her tongue out at her fourteen-year-old brother.

“You’ll beat me next time,” he joked and poked his sister in the ribs.

They went about eating their breakfast and annoying one another for the rest of the morning, and just before noon, Joey and Phoebe went out to the beach. They were playing with a Frisbee when the wind appeared out of nowhere. Joey ran after the Frisbee and without truly looking at where he was going, he bumped into a girl who was more or less his age.

“Oh damn, I’m sorry,” he said, and stretched out his hand to help her up. The girl cursed beneath her breath as she pushed herself up from the ground. Joey let his hand fall to his side.

“Watch where you’re going,” she mumbled.

“I’m sorry,” he said. The girl looked up into his eyes and for a moment neither of them spoke.

“Do I know you?” she asked.

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh.”

There was an awkward silence until Phoebe came running towards them. She looked between her brother and the girl, and even though Phoebe was only eleven, she could put two and two together. Joey and the girl were attracted to one another.

“Ooh, Joey has a girlfriend,” teased Phoebe, grabbing the Frisbee and making a run for it. But Joey didn’t follow. He and the girl watched as Phoebe made kissing noises and pretended to make out with the Frisbee.

“Gjeez, she can be a pain,” he said, his cheeks flustered with embarrassment.

“Tell me about it. I have a younger brother just like her.”

Both of them burst out in laughter and looked shyly and uncomfortable at one another. Joey noticed that the girl was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had long, almost black hair which fell in natural curls over her shoulders. Her eyes were the deepest shade of brown, also an almost black. She had naturally pouting lips, shaded a beautiful soft pink. Joey knew he was in love.

“I’m Joey,” he said, uncomfortably reaching out his hand. “Joey Olsen.”

“Meredith,” she said, swatting away his hand, “Meredith Monroe.”

  

Chamuel, the Archangel of Love, stood invisibly next to Meredith and Joey. He couldn’t stand by and watch them part the way they did in Heaven, and even though they didn’t remember one another, he remembered feeling the love Meredith had for Joey. It had then been forbidden, but now that things were as they had always meant to be, Chamuel had taken it upon himself to ensure that Meredith and Joey found their ways to one another again.

The End

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