Haunted by an Angel

Chapter Eight

A feeling of helplessness consumed my body and mind.  The very legs that were supposed to hold me, felt as though they were liquid, giving out and sending me crashing to the tile below.

"Oh God, help us." The life once knew was, without a doubt, gone forever.  What baffles me the most is how greatly tragedy can change a person.  It can make you mature and see the real value of your world. 

My life was never going to be the same again.  My mother's  presence is to never be felt again by the living.   Morbid thoughts continued to flood my mind, even as I felt a pair of strong arms encircle, and lift me from the cold, sterilized floor.

As sobs consumed my body, a feeling of extreme fatigue came, lulling me to a deep sleep.

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"Oh Sydney, how I've missed you so!" 

I look around to see the lavish ballroom that haunts my dreams, in all it's splendid glory.   All seems to be the same, until I turn to face the stairway once more.

I come face to face to the man that, from the beginning, only attempted to lure me in with his voice.   Now, he stands proudly at the top most stair, his loving gaze never leaving my face.

"My darling Sydney, " he begins, descending the left stairway, "I am so glad you have again honored me with your presence.  I was beginning to feel a bit lonely."  As he steps closer, now at the bottom of the stairway, I can make out his features.

Light brown hair is cut short to his head, bringing out his dark green eyes.  Upturned lips, allow me to steal glances of beautiful white teeth.  His square jaw, added just the right amount of masculinity to his boyish features, making him undeniably handsome.

"Who are you?" I asked in a small voice.  Ignoring the question, he continued to walk towards me with such certainty, such longing, that I found myself stepping closer as well.

Finally, at just a arms length away, he stops.  A small sigh escapes his lips as he takes in my appearance.   "You look radiant my Dear.  A picture of true, untainted beauty." 

I smile at his kind words, and take the opportunity to ask my question again.

"Who are you?"

He only smiles wider.

"Oh Sydney, every time you visit, you always ask the same question.   The fact of the matter is, you do not need to know who I am, for you will find that out for yourself very soon.  All you need to know is, I am your destiny.   I am the man that can make your deams become a reality.  Once we are finally together, your old life will no longer matter, for I will be everything you will ever need or want. I, Sydney, am your future. "

"That's great and all, but I kinda need a name to put with the face."  Don't get me wrong, I'm a romantic, and at the moment this guy was just getting on my nerves more than anything.  I need answers, not riddles.

Yet again instead of answering with a name, he only laughes.

"You're waking up now. Just think upon what I have already told you, and your answers will come." He said, reaching out as to touch my face.

"But.."  It was too late.  The ballroom was fading, and so was the man in front of me.  I may not have gotten a name, but I did get a face.  After all these years, I finally got to see his face.