: A Stran

Pov

wn to meet my family in heaven. I knew they were there, free from the crimes they

I doubted it. Perhaps hell was where I belonged, for bei

seemed

hit the ocean's surface? Was death itself rejecting me? Maybe the b

red to the void, willing to wai

ent to the beauty of the divine. The gentle sway of

caress as the night wind danced across its surface. "Finally," I

force yanked me back. Confusion reigned. What was happening? Wh

aughed, scratching my head in bewilderment. "I've lost my mind, I have

ound, panic-stricken, to face a stranger-a man in his thirties w

t. Who was this enigmatic figure? An angel

his jet-black hair covering his eyes, a

o are you?" I repeated, wondering why t

elf?" he continued, and I could only watch;

ing this?" he continued but of

ns; I didn't expect myself to ask any question

his dimples. Yes! I was lost, stari

yself throwing at him again, o

und my wrist tightening. I must have given away my inte

stumbled. How did he know my nam

getting the better of me. "And what do you mean by

d with a smile, his dimples flashing. I felt my com

trying to regain my footing. He smiled again,

saved you because I can't allow you to die, Anna," he replied, his words only deepening my

nd drew me closer and before I could un

s going on, and as his lips sucked deeper into mine

't like and while still trying to place what was happening

you forever? Wh