Angels among us: Diane

I listen again for her tears and quickly realize they've stopped. I stand up off the musty couch and I turn around the corner, Michael was still missing. I walk down the hallway toward her room, thinking of what I could possibly do to help her. There were no petals around, so that was out of the question. What would I do?

I stop, and I try to get my head together, all the different ideas swimming around my head were almost nauseating. I take a step, I listen for any noise that would let me know I could turn that, then I hear a rustle. I take a step. I hear beeping, like on a phone. I take a step. Then, slight ringing. I take another step and look into her room. She holds a phone to her ear, and I hear the answer on the other line. My mother then speaks.

"Hello? It's me, Diane, Terrance's mother." She pauses, listening. "Yes, I was wondering when the funeral was, you didn't tell me." She pauses. "Oh, I see, OK. Well, can you tell me when you find out?" She listens. "OK, thank you. I'll talk to you later." She smiles, weakly. "Yes, goodbye." She hangs up.

She looked up and looked around the room, she stands up and walkes out of the room, and walks through me. She wanders to the kitchen, and starts taking out pots. I follow her, and she begins to run the water. Then, I finnally understand what I was going to do. I put my hand under the water and the water begins to run along my body. It covers my body and my mother watches in awe. The water starts dripping and she quickly turns off the water, and I stand there, covered in water.

"Oh, Terrance, is that you?"

I nod and smile. Every detail of my body is shown well in the clear water, I am glad that this is what represents me for my mother.

"So, I guess you've come to tell me that I should move on and forget about it?"

I frown and shake my head. No, that's not at all what I want you to do.

"Then what? Tell me Terrance, what do you want me to do?"

I want you to be OK with my death. I point at my heart, and then point at her.

"You want me to know that you love me?"

That's a start. I nod and smile.

"Terrance, I know you love me. And I love you too. But, you're dead now, you should be going on with your afterlife."

She turns around and begins to cook again. You're not getting it! I smack my head and stomp my foot. She turns around, wondering what I was doing.

"What do you want to tell me! Say it, say it Terrance! Tell me what you want me to do!"

I want you to be OK with my death! God, I need to speak. Then, in the tiniest whisper, I speak.

"I want you to be OK with my death and to feel safe. I want you to not cry anymore because you'll know that I'm not really gone, I'm just away for a while."

My mother then rushes to me and hugs me, soaking her clothes, and she begins to cry, adding to my watery body. After about five minuetes she lets go and backs away. Her face truly uplifting and happy, it brought much joy to my heart.

"Thank you, Terrance. You have really made my day and brightend up my life. And, I will always remember those words, thank you Terrance."

I nod and smile a broad smile, and then the water begins to drain from me. Luckily for my mother it does not drain onto the floor, but seems to flow into the sink. I then realize that I am now completely invisible, and my mother smiles and goes back to cooking. And, for the first time in a long while, she laughs.

Then, realizing that my work is done here, I walk out of her kitchen. I walk down the hallway and into the living room, and from there I walk out onto the balcony. I stand and rest my arms against the railing, then remembering that physical objects don't affect me I am surprised that I don't fall though. Then, Michael appears beside me. He turns to me and he opens his mouth to speak, then closes it, and then opens it again.

"So did you help her while I was gone?"

"Yes, I did, she's happy now."

"Good, any questions before I leave?"

"Yeah, umm, why aren't I falling through the railing, and why was I able to sit in the couch?"

"Well, there are certain exceptions to the non-physical rule. You cannot walk through walls, but you can walk through doors. You cannot sit in chairs, but you can sit in couches. You cannot go through the earth, but you can sink into the ground to hide. I don't know why, but it just is."

"I see, interesting."

"So, may I go?"

"Yes, and it's Raphael next right?"

"Oh yes, he will help you with your wife."

"I wonder how I'm going to help her."

"We can't help you with that, that is your perogative."

"Hmm, I see. Well, thank you for helping me, somewhat."

"Heh, yes, well, you're welcome."

I then turned my head to look at the horizon, and I turn my head back to Michael, and he was gone. I sigh and wait for Raphael.

The End

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