Dawn is fast approaching.
A lonely soul stands on the edge of a rocky cliff. Above her whistles the wind while below her the currents churn. Surrounding her is the cry of nature as it fights for dominance before the first ray of sunlight hits. Inside of her exist another battle far more brutal and painful, yet its cry is only audible to her ears.
A gust of wind picks up a strand of silky black hair and whips it across her face as the ends of her dress dances wildly around her knees. Her face, stain with dried tears, is freezing cold to the touch, but she is already too numb with pain to notice. Her chipped and bloody fingers clutch her chest while her lifeless orbs survey the horizon beyond her reach. The sky is beginning to lighten from pitch black to dark indigo. It will not be long now before the first ray breaks and color the sky a radiant pink.
To every other human being, the first ray over a horizon signifies the start of a new day, a new beginning. To her, a new day signifies the beginning of another forlorn day. For the past three months, misery has been her companion. There is little doubt in her mind that day, or every day after, will be any different. An observing person cannot judge her for her mindset. It is difficult to accept a change when one has grown accustomed to something. It is even harder when that change involves another being.
Far off in the distance, a flash of lightening lights up the sky for a split second before disappearing into a thunderous roar that resonate deep into her heart. She immediately clamps down on her bottom lip and tries not to recoil from the sudden outburst from nature. Her racing heart threatens to break free from within her chest and into the world before her. It aches to find its other half and feel the rhythmic beating next to it once again. She too yearns to feel the beating of his heart next to hers. It has been three months too long for her heart and soul. Yet, deep in the back of her mind somewhere, she knows finding that beating heart again is impossible.
“How can I when you no longer beat?”
Yet… inside of her another heart beats in times with hers. She gingerly moves her hands down to the small budge of her stomach and rests it there. Once again, a stream of grief washes over her, and for the hundredth times in the past months, she asks God why her. Another flash of lightening lights up the sky overhead this time closer to her than before. Another round of thunder resonates through her as it echoes wide and far over the cliff. This time she allows herself to fall back a few steps and away from the cliff’s edge. For once, she begins to fear the hands of death.
She takes several more steps backward toward safer ground. Her hands immediately wrap themselves around her stomach. The first few drops of rain land on her pale face. Although cold, it is refreshing to her skin as it awakens in her a new spirit. The grief before gradually disappears and the empty hole in her heart begins to fill. A sign of life returns to her eyes as a smile slowly makes its way onto her face. She let loose the scream she has been holding; except this one is filled with renewed excitement rather than fear or sadness.
The lonely soul that has stood before the cliff minutes before is no longer depressed. She finally understands why God has chosen her. He has blessed her with an angel.
Dawn has arrives, and inside of her, an angel’s heart still beats with hers.
© N. Hli 2014 All rights reserved.
[Official date of completion: December 2011]
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