Forgotten

Memories

My breathing quickens and I keep my grasp on him. Although my fear would have gotten the better of me, this place, this spot felt somewhat familiar. I remember in one of my past memories we had run out of a dinner party and come up here. But to me, Ii had thought it more of a dream.

I look up at him and catch his eyes already on me. MY eyes move to the feathery wings attached to his shoulders. They are black and full, almost like a hawk. but if he claims to be who he is, and where he says he comes from, why would he have black wings instead of white?

"Ask me everything and anything you need to know or want to know." He says breaking the silence.

"This- this place. We've been here before?"

"More than a few times. This is our place. Our safe place if you will. We would come here whenever we wanted to escape the people around us, when we needed some 'us' time. We came here to be together and dance in the clouds. It was always your favorite thing to do."

He slides one arm through my arm and around my waist, his other is taking my hand. He then leads a slow dance and even though there is no music, it feels like home.

"Why are your wings black?" I ask.

"Their color doesn't reflect who I am. It's a sort of level if you know what I mean. Angels of all sorts have different color wings depending on their level in the hierarchy. mine at ejust a symbol of my job to Him."

"How did we meet?"

A smile forms across his face as he answers.

"It was in 1549, you had just left America and came to Europe to what is now Paris. We met outside a café...*

***

"Do you need any help with that?" A tall man asked.

He had brilliant blonde hair and bright blazing blue eyes. He had a small smirk on his face as he looked at me carrying a couple bags.

"It would be very rude of me to decline your offer." I say handing him a few bags.

We were standing outside a tall building made of brick with a large window that read vacancies available.

"Which floor is it then?" He asks cradling my heavy bags.

"The top floor." I say with a slight chuckle.

He looks up at the tall building as if counting the different floor levels. And there were many. Six to be exact.

"Oh my." He says while fixing the hat on his head.

"Would you like to refrain from your chivalrous offer?"

"No why on Earth would I do a bugged thing like that?" And with that, he was through the door and to the stairs.

***

"You kept asking me if I needed some help but-"

He looks at me with his bright blue eyes and smiles.

"You remember?" he asks.

"Somewhat. I have been getting some memories and some of them are not so good."

"Mon Amour, that's your life. Not everything is perfect." He says.

"What happened to us?" I ask looking away.

He pauses for a moment trying to think of how to start.

"We had a few troubles, that's all." He says.

"Yeah right, just tell me." I say.

"You died." He says coldly.

I let out a breath and close my eyes. "How?"

"You drown." his tone is now more saddened than cold.

"So what would you call this? Reincarnation?"

"Not exactly."

I give him a questionable look.

"What then?"

"A group of Angels called The Superiors have managed to help in the process. Have you wondered about your eyes?"

"What about them?"

I start thinking about the olden myth about the spirit people.

"Your eyes are not exactly your eyes, they're how you can see your past and remember it. The myth about the spirit people doesn't say exactly what they saw, just a strobe of purple light. Well, it wasn't just any light. It was an experiment from the heavens. We had found someone extraordinary, his name is Zachriel. He's known as the Angel of Memory. He discovered his power when he presented it to God. Upon his meeting, he had been asked to practice on an elderly woman on Earth who's memory was fading. But he was young and had not grasped the full strength of his power, He sent it down in a sort of lightening bolt that spread over the people known as Spirit people. Not only did he give them full access to their memory, he wasn't able to fix it or take it back. Shortly after, the spirit people all killed themselves for they couldn't accept what they had been remembering. All except one, a newborn-"

"Alexandra." I finished. "I read about her. When I first came to this facility my doctor had mentioned something about my eyes and had me go do some research."

"She was spectacular. But because she was the only living descendent of the spirit people, Zachriel had given her an option to help him understand and get full control on his power. She now is a part of The Superiors."

"Wow, I read that she had a scientist that was in love with her?"

"Yes, James Bennett. Once Alexandra had made it to heaven with Zachriel, there was no doubt that she didn't want to leave. No matter how many times he offered to take her back. It's a shame that James killed himself, they would've been so happy together. She now is finding herself to be in love with Zachriel."

"Why is it a shame that James killed himself?"

"One that commits suicide isn't welcome to the gates of heaven. Something about their soul doesn't quite fit. He had another year left to live but he took his own life out of sheer stupidity and selfishness."

"Not everyone can be as lucky as we are." I say having an attitude.

"Your right. But he would have met with her again if he'd just been patient."

I think about it for a moment. And come to terms that maybe Samuel was right. Maybe it was selfish of him to take his life. I couldn't imagine doing that myself. But you never know what someone is going through or how they're feeling.