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    Celestial

    Carmen narrowed her eyes and leaned forward, her forefinger tracing the scar attentively.

    “It’s good”, she stated.

    He didn’t reply. He just blinked and stood still, relaxing under Carmen’s touch.

    Carmen took her stethoscope and placed it on Dante’s chest.

    “Breathe in”, she murmured.

    He inhaled, deeply.

    “Breathe in”, Carmen said again, moving the stethoscope on Dante’s abdomen, “Breathe in”.

    Suddenly, Dante’s big hand appeared in her field of view and covered hers. He pressed Carmen’s hand on his heart. His heartbeat was strong and regular, his palm warm and dry.

    Carmen looked up, meeting his green eyes. They were gentle. They were melancholic.

    They were worried.

    “I’m good”, he said, gently, and the corners of his lips lifted a little.

    Carmen felt the tears stinging her eyes. They were threatening to fall and she had to fight them back.

    Dante knew. Dante was

    – he’s looking right into me.

    Carmen sighed and stared at him for a long time. She listened to his heart, it was a reassuring sound. It was something that she knew, something she could deal with.

    “I don’t understand a God who would let us meet, if we could never be together”, she finally murmured, her voice cracking.

    “She didn’t tell you”, Dante considered, gently.

    “Tell me what?”.

    “Maybe you should ask her”, he smirked.

    Carmen pressed her fingertip on the middle of his chest.

    “No, I’m asking you!”, she retorted, hastily.

    Dante exhaled, smoothing down his tank top, covering his scar and chest. Then, he rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands.

    “Shane knows no fear… no pain… no hunger…”, he explained, slowly, “…She hears music in the sunrise. But she’d give it all up. She loves you that much”.

    “I don’t understand”, Carmen shook her head stubbornly, raking her fingers through her hair.

    Dante widened his eyes a little, explicatively.

    “She can fall. She can give up her existence as she knows it. She can give up eternity and become…”, he shrugged slightly, “…one of us”.

    Carmen felt her head spin. She staggered, unsteadily, for a second and clung to Dante’s knee. He grabbed her by her shoulders and stared at her.

    “It’s up to you, Carmen”, he whispered with a soft smile.

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    1. ok…so did anyone manage or bother to ask earl if this was ok for shane or carmen or earl? now shane fell to earth. will she now try the pear and describe the taste?great story. thanks again for taking the time to share.

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