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Celestial
That made Carmen chuckle nervously.
“That’s a pretty flimsy evidence”.
Shane nodded, then stared back at her.
“Close your eyes”, she whispered, and seeing Carmen tensing up nervously, she added, “It’s just for a moment”.
Carmen sighed and obeyed. She felt Shane taking her hand gently, turning it palm up. Then, she felt Shane’s finger running all along her palm, reaching the fingertip of her middle finger. Carmen’s breath itched slightly.
“What am I doing?”, Shane asked, her voice low and husky, reassuring.
“You’re touching me…”, Carmen whispered, feeling like floating in the air.
“Touch…”, Shane said under her breath, “…How do you know?”.
Carmen’s voice sounded almost inaudible when she spoke.
“Because I feel it”.
Shane’s hand abandoned hers and Carmen opened her eyes slowly, drowning into a deep sea of greenness.
“You should trust that”, Shane said, quietly, “You don’t trust it enough”.
Carmen was speechless, her mouth completely dry. She swallowed hard, feeling a bit trapped and liking it.
Shane’s smile went wider.
“Let’s go somewhere”, she proposed.
“Where?”, Carmen replied, dumbfounded.
“I don’t care”, Shane shrugged.
“What do you want to do?”, Carmen chuckled at Shane’s naivety.
“Anything”, Shane said with a large smile.
As they climbed down the massive staircase that leaded to the main exit, Shane threw a glance around. All the people like her, all the men and women in black, all the messengers in the library – and they were a crowd – had gathered at the balustrades.
No one of them would speak, but they were all staring at Shane.
They were all watching the messenger that was speaking with the human, they were all observing the angel that had decided to be seen by a mortal.
Their faces were unreadable.
”…There’s a love that’s divine
And it’s yours and it’s mine
Like the sun at the end of the day
We should give thanks and pray to the one…”
***
Carmen took Shane to the street market, through the many colors and shapes that populated the tenths and tenths of stands. Voices, people, and fruits, vegetables, everything was concentrated into a small space and Shane looked amazed.
Just like a child.
From time to time, Carmen threw her amused looks. Shane was special, she definitely had something special, something unique and Carmen was fascinated. She couldn’t help it. Shane seemed to have the power to outshine, to say the right thing, in the right way, in the right moment.
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(18 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5)
thank you again for another wonderful chapter. such great reading. i will rewatch the movie this weekend to remind mysself how good this story really is. sooo…will shane try the pear and become mezmorized by all the subtle textures and flavours one small bite can produce?thanks again for taking the time to post another chapter and sharing with us all.
Great chapter veba and I love the fact that Shane made Carmen describe the pear like Hemingway.