To catch up on the previous stories:
And now for part III:
No one in this day and age believes in angels anymore. If a human were to see an angel do such magic, they would believe they were hallucinating. Or they would think such an angel were a magician of some sort. The belief that anything good exists in this world has ceased to exist many, many years ago. I look over at Cody who is driving us to our destination.
“What’s on your mind?” He looked like he’s thousands of miles away.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you were the one in a coma for the past ten years,” he replied. “Do you remember re-living the same day over and over again?”
“I’ll tell you what,” I began. “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind,” I paused for dramatic effect. “And I will tell you of what I remember.”
“Fair enough,” he answered. “I was thinking back to the first time we met,” he smiled. “I had seen you for weeks but couldn’t gather my nerves to speak to you up until I saw you at the riverbank.”
I remembered that day. That was the day when something light came out of the dark red sky that had fallen down upon me. That light was Cody.
I remembered how he offered to take me on his missions with him. I was hesitant of him for a number of reasons. One of them being my father—who happens to be a fallen—and another reason was I didn’t know Cody very well.
I mean, who goes running off with someone they don’t know? But despite having that bitter taste in my mouth, I knew then and there I had a serious case of affection for Cody. It was then I believed in love at first sight.
If you’re wondering about the bitter taste, it was definitely not because of Cody. I often get bitter tastes when something’s not right. In this case, it was my mom.
When Cody convinced me to go on missions with him, I thought for sure I would get rid of that bad taste in my mouth. But as I hung up the clothes and went inside to tell my mom we were leaving, it was too late. I was too late.
My mother must have taken her final breath while I was at the riverbank washing the clothes. She insisted I go and wash the clothing rather than watching her dying very slowly and painfully. I really didn’t want to go but when my mother insisted, she always got her way. I already had so much to deal with besides her.
I had my father to deal with, as well as Sirothenian. Sirothenian—who now goes by the name of Seth—was just as persistent as my father. I suppose that’s why my father was so adamant on having us get married. I kept on refusing. I did not want to marry a demon. I did not care if I were to have a powerful child or not.
If I were to ever have a child, I would want that child to be healthy and loved. That should be all a parent could ever want from their child and nothing more. Romulonian—, who now goes by the name of Roman— my father, should have wanted the same from me.
However, that was not the case. I don’t think it ever was the case. If it were, he would have never left my mother either. He was always into himself more. I don’t think I’ll ever understand why he wants something more powerful, but I guess we all have our stories, right? However, my mother deserved better.
That was why, despite her wishes, I tried to revive her. I was only minutes away from saving her. I could have saved her. I screamed and that was when Cody ran inside. He held me in his arms, and he let me cry on his chest. A complete stranger let me cry on him.
He comforted me and assured me that everything will turn around. He assured me that everything will get better. This complete stranger was comforting me, and I knew, I knew right then that he was the one.
It wasn’t the amazing ocean blue eyes he has. It wasn’t the tan complexion with high cheekbones and dimples on his cheeks that got me either. It wasn’t even the sandy blonde hair that falls in his face that got me. I’ve never been one to be hung up on looks. It was just something between us. It was something that was unexplainable; something that was just meant to be.
Despite my lack of ability to explain the chemistry between Cody and me, my father wanted an explanation. I don’t think he ever really understood love at all. I don’t think my father ever understood me. How could he?
He had me locked away in a coma for the past ten years. What kind of parent would put their own child in jeopardy? No matter the age, a parent will always do what it takes to protect their child. That was what my mother was trying to do for me.
In return, I tried to protect my mother, but I had failed miserably. Cody had assured me that this was probably for the best. To tell the truth, I knew Cody was right. My mother was in misery. She was sick but she did not want to remain on earth anymore. The strange part of it all was it seemed as though she knew all would be alright with me.
After we buried my mom, I went with Cody on his missions. My father had trouble following me. Humans were tired of angels and with Cody and I being only half angels, we were able to blend in much better with humans.
In fact, unless you’re an archangel of some sort, you wouldn’t even know the difference between a human and a Nephilim. The only thing that separates us Nephilim from humans is half-angels don’t age.
The more Cody and I moved around, the harder it was for my father to find us.
Try to win and suit your needs
Speak out sometimes but try to win
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
My thoughts are brought back to the present as the R.E.M. song Perfect Circle is playing.
“Well,” I looked up at Cody who was speaking to me. “Are you going to tell me what you remember while you were in that coma?”
“Well, a deal’s a deal,” I began. “Here’s what I remember.”