sweetserenity

'Til Death Do Us Part

Brooklyn stood on the grass, stretching out her white wings. How hard could this be? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to prepare for her flight. Jump, flap, and then soar were the three easy steps to doing this. Brooklyn opened her eyes and crouched slightly before jumping up into the air. Fly, fly, fly! she thought as she flapped her wings a couple times.

But then she plummeted back onto the ground.

Quickly, she stood back up and tried again. All to no avail.

"Perhaps I need to be higher..?" she wondered aloud, looking around for any heights. Jumping off the roof scared her, the city dumpsters were disgusting, and jumping off of a fire hydrant would be plain weird (not to mention uncomfortable). Frowning, she walked down the street to try to find something else. Something moderately tall and fairly flat, preferably.

Her interest peaked as she approached a certain parked car on the side of the street. It was a Ford Flex, so it had the perfect height and the perfect roof. Instinctively, she looked around to make sure no one was watching. When a couple people were approaching down the sidewalk, she hesitated. Calm down, I need to calm down. Nobody can see me.

But then she saw something that caught her eye.

Or rather, someone.

It was a fellow angel, walking behind one of the pedestrians. His hands were shoved in his back pockets as he looked around admiringly at the winter scenery. An unexpected perk of being a guardian angel was being immune to temperature conditions such as the current one. Brooklyn could tell he was an angel because he had the same glow she did, along with the same wings.

His gaze landed on her and their eyes met. Brooklyn was expecting him to remain silent and pass by, but he surprised her by asking, "How did you die?"

What a straightforward question, she thought. She bit her lip. "...A car accident. You?"

"Heart failure." The people he had been following walked off without him as he stopped by Brooklyn. His curly blond hair shone like strands of gold in his angelic state, Brooklyn noticed. It reminded her of Sam's contrasting hair: dark and chocolatey. God, she missed him.

"Teaching yourself how to fly, huh?" The guy asked, looking between Brooklyn and the car.

Blushing lightly, she nodded. "Yeah... I've only been an angel for about an hour. I haven't tested my new abilities yet."

"Ohhh, interesting. I've been an angel for a couple months now," the blond replied, "I'm Sawyer, by the way."

"Brooklyn."

"Allow me to help you, Brooklyn," Sawyer spoke, gesturing for her to follow him. She did as she was told and followed him down the street. They went back down the way she had came until they reached a park. "Stand up on the bench."

Once again, she did as she was told and stepped up onto the bench. She felt embarrassed for not thinking of this route earlier. To think she had been considering jumping off of a car...

Sawyer instructed, "Stretch your wings."

"Like this?" She stuck out her wings.

"Angle them outwards more. Face the long way of the bench, not straight ahead. You'll need some space for a little running start."

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A couple hours passed. Brooklyn had managed to learn how to keep herself in the air at a hovering height, but going any higher frightened her. She and Sawyer decided to meet up again the next day to work through that fear. Exhausted, she was relieved to finally go back home. She walked through the door and looked around to see if Sam was home.

'Til Death Do Us Part

Brooklyn remained on the floor as Sam got up to go to the police station. She knew she should go with him in case he tried to commit a mortal sin... but for some reason, she felt as if she should stay home for the time being. She didn't want to see the harsh condition of her lifeless body.

Ms. Hanson located Louie's diaper bag and quickly changed him. Then she washed her hands before scooping him up in her arms. "I know you're not feeling much right now, but it will hit you like a truck when you're older," she spoke empathetically. Looking toward the doorway, she added, "It's already hit your daddy with the weight of a million trucks."

She carried the baby over to a framed photo on the wall. It was from the times before Louie was conceived. Both Sam and Brooklyn were facing the camera, with Brooklyn standing in front of Sam. His hands were wrapped around her waist. He looked down at her with a wide grin as his girlfriend laughed. The photographer had taken this before snapping a serious photo in the same position. Afterwards, they all agreed this version was much better than the stiff serious one.

"Your mother was a good woman," Mrs. Hanson spoke after a period of silence. She pointed to Brooklyn on the portrait as if Louie couldn't identify which one was which. Cooing, Louie reached out towards her with his hand wide open. His grandma carefully lowered the baby's hand. "No, no, don't touch it, sweetheart. Just look. Remember her face. Don't let her become an unimportant person in your life. She's the one who gifted the world with you."

Brooklyn watched this with a sad smile. More than anything, she wanted to make herself visible and reunite with them. She may be dead, but she didn't feel dead. How could one feel as if they're gone when they're still there?

Mrs. Hanson strolled away from the portrait to set the child down in his crib. Then she walked over to the kitchen. As she took out the milk formula and a container of soft baby food, she hummed a tune to herself. "It's only a matter of time before you move onto solid foods, isn't it?" She spoke aloud, glancing over at Louie. He had no response. Instead he laid on his back as he played with a purple rattle. Chucking to herself, she walked over to him and scooped him up. She proceeded to take him to the couch to feed him.

Brooklyn stood up and walked over to the door. With nothing else to do as long as Sam wasn't around, may as well start learning how to fly. She reached out for the doorknob, but then hesitated.

She pulled her hand back.

Then she stepped through the door.

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'Til Death Do Us Part

The moment her full signature had been signed, her soul's body slowly began to fade away from the emptiness. She was being transferred back to the earthly world, something not many people were lucky enough to do. "Break a leg, Lynnie," Dog spoke, stepping back and saluting her. Brooklyn didn't have time to tell him 'that's not my name'. All she could do was give him a hopeful smile before her world became dark.

When her eyes opened again only moments later, she was met with a familiar sight.

Her living room.

Nearby was the love of her life (and post-life), yelling at his mother, "Of course it's fucking her!" There was no question in Brooklyn's mind that he was talking about her. Her body must have been found. But how long did it take? Who found it? Hell, what day was it? She had many questions, but the nearby sound of her son cooing temporarily drew her away from them.

Sweet, sweet Louie was sitting on his play mat, currently oblivious to the fact that his mother had passed away. Brooklyn strolled over to him and crouched by his side as he grabbed his red teether and began gnawing on it. Giggling to herself, Brooklyn gently ran the back of her hand over her son's cheek. When she could still feel his warmth, she almost cried right then and there. But knowing he could feel nothing was disheartening. As her eyes filled with a loving sorrow, she kissed the top of his head.

In this state, her body was unseeable to everyone but her. She saw herself with a slightly glowing body. On her back was a weightless set of white wings, which she had yet to teach herself how to use.

Sam soon walked over and wrapped his arms around Louie. He was sobbing heavily, more so than Brooklyn had ever seen before. Her heart filled with empathy. "Shhh," she soothed, despite knowing he couldn't hear her. She scooted over to him and wrapped her arms around him comfortingly.

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'Til Death Do Us Part

"Dog!" Brooklyn jumped and turned around.

"Hey, Lynnie. Care to tell me why you were about to start a fire?" Dog inquired as he reached out to take the magazines from her. Once in his hands, he looked down at the covers of them and chuckled. "Damn, I look good."

A faint blush painted Brooklyn's face. She had been caught, and now she was in trouble. Her gaze slowly lowered down to the ground with shame. "I wanted to summon you," she replied softly.

"By creating a safety hazard?"

She shook her head then looked back up at him. "No... well.... maybe? I wasn't going to try to burn the whole place down. I wanted to throw a fun campfire that you would want to come to."

He narrowed his eyes at her before looking over at the people behind her. They were all reading bibles or folding their heads in prayer as if they had no clue what was going on. "Interesting..." Dog mused, setting the magazines down on a table. Then he crossed his arms. "Were you going to befriend me or bribe me?"

Brooklyn blinked. "What? Neither."

"So you don't want to be friends with me?" Dog was smirking now.

"No! I mean, yes?" Brooklyn shook her head rapidly. "Whatever. Listen, I need to go back to earth."

"Impossible."

She stepped closer to him. "Dog, you don't understand... I have a fiancé, an infant, and parents to get back to. I can't stay here. I can't." She took a deep breath as her eyes began to water. "I... I need to live again. For them."

"Impossible."

"You can't keep saying it's impossible!" Brooklyn suddenly yelled in anguish. Dog's eyes widened with shock at her outburst. Even the other people in the room were looking at them now. "You don't know what it's like to have a family! You don't know what it's like to wake up and watch the sunrise! You don't know what it's like to fall asleep in the arms of the one you love! You don't know anything, so stop acting like you know everything!" Her breathing was now deep and heavy. Silent tears trickled down her cheeks which she quickly wiped away with the back of her hand. Quietly, she murmured, "...surely there's something that can be done?"

A heavy silence drowned the atmosphere. Dog stood tall with his arms still crossed. He looked down at Brooklyn, then up at the ceiling, then back to Brooklyn once more. Stillness. Soon, he finally let out a sigh and uncrossed his arms. "I suppose there's something that can be done. But don't jump into it so blindly, Lynnie. Be careful. It puts your soul on the line."

"I'll do it," Brooklyn replied quickly and with an abundance of relief. There's hope! There's finally hope...

Dog snapped his fingers.

Before she knew it, they were standing in the midst of pure emptiness again. Sheer whiteness surrounded them.

"How would you feel about becoming an angel?" He spoke sternly, his voice soft.

She was in disbelief. "A what?"

"An angel, Lynnie. Your fiancé's guardian angel."

Brooklyn's hands clenched then unclenched. She spoke, "I... I don't know, I was hoping to be resurrected, not to be an angel. That's a lot of responsibility."

"Exactly, Lynnie. But if you do the job well, you will receive exactly what you're wishing for..." In an instant, an aged contract appeared in one of his hands. In the other was a quill. If someone were observant enough, they may notice the subtle pain behind his eyes. He didn't want to give this intriguing girl up. He'd prefer to spend the next year watching her interact with the others in the waiting room, himself occasionally popping in to say hello and chat with her himself. He wanted to get to know her and to watch how her bright brown eyes shone every time she smiled. He hadn't seen it an abundance of times, but he knew her smile was contagious.

She eagerly took the contract and quill from him. It read:

To be a guardian angel from Levin is to be a loyal protector. Keep your assigned one away from sin, especially mortal sins.

Angels of Levin are powerful, but not limitless. They are armed with an enochian magic. They can fly using their wings, appear in people's dreams, touch things of a mortal nature, render humans asleep or unconscious with a touch, send ideas or temptations into any living creature's mind, and do not require sleep nor nutrition.

However, they can not request the assistance of any other angels or humans. They can not touch any living creature and be felt. When they speak, they can only be heard by other supernaturals. Angels of Levin are strong and independent.

If Brooklyn Mae Jones chooses to reveal herself to Samuel Hanson in any way, shape, or form, it will result in immediate banishment to hell.

If Brooklyn Mae Jones is unable to prevent Samuel Hanson from committing a mortal sin, it will result in immediate banishment to hell.

If Brooklyn Mae Jones goes three earthly months without breaking any of the aforementioned crimes, she will be granted resurrection.

Administered by

Accepted by ________________

The quill hovered over the paper, wavering in Brooklyn's timid grip. She looked over at Dog. "Go ahead," he urged, "Sign it if you want. Don't be afraid."

Taking a deep breath, she wrote her signature.

'Til Death Do Us Part

A falling sensation.

A dry mouth.

A blinding whiteness.

A ringing in the ears.

For Brooklyn, that was what dying felt like. Once she finally left the painful reality she had been subjected to within the past five minutes, her soul peacefully drifted away. She felt those sensations for a matter of mere moments before her eyes opened. Around her was nothing but white.

But then a man walked in.

He was tall and had a ghostly appearance- literally. His body was translucent. Dark, messy curls made up his hair and his eyes were a striking green. For clothes he wore a simple white t-shirt with blue jeans. His hands were casually stuffed in his pockets. Before Brooklyn could even open her mouth to speak, he said, "Listen, there's no easy way to say this, but you're dead." A pause. He took his hands out of his pockets and tapped his chin, amused. "..that was actually pretty easy to say."

For a moment, Brooklyn could only blink in disbelief. Was she really... dead? Then the memories of her last few moments flooded into her mind. They were overwhelming. Her screams, her cries, the loud crashes of the car. Her death was nothing short of horrendous.

A shiver went down her spine.

She really was dead.

"Where am I?" She managed to say, her voice subtly trembling with a combination of sadness and nervousness. Her eyes darted around the empty area.

The guy extended his arms to grandly motion to the space around him. "This," he began, "is Levin. It's somewhere between Heaven and Purgatory. People here are pretty damn good rather than perfect or mediocre." He stuffed his hands in his pockets again. "Welcome to Levin, Brooklyn Mae Jones."

Her jaw must have dropped, because she closed it. My life... it's over now. I'll never see Sam or Louie again. A sad lump formed in her throat as tears that threatened to spill stung at the corners of her eyes. She needed to return to her family. "I need to... I need to go..."

"Woah there," the guy intervened, holding his hands up defensively. "No need to cry. You can go up to Heaven soon. In only an earth time's year, in fact. Then you can hang out with God, Abe Lincoln, Carrie Fisher, your grandparents..."

Brooklyn swallowed down the lump and blinked back the tears. She ignored his misinterpretation of her incomplete sentence. What she was focusing on was not crying. She couldn't do that here. Not now. "...you're not God?" Was all she inquired in a soft voice.

He laughed and dropped his arms. "Nah, of course not. God's the big fella. The head honcho. He stays in heaven. I'm Dog. Dog as in, woof woof, ya know? Anyways, here in Levin we have lotsa stuff. Things like fast wifi, complimentary candies, cheap magazines, the list goes on." He grinned. "So without further ado, make yourself at home."

With that, Brooklyn turned around. In front of her was what appeared to resemble the typical waiting room. It was a large rectangular room with chairs lining the walls. In the middle was various rows of tables offering hard candies or notepads. Only a handful of other people were sitting down, most of them elderly. The young woman looked back towards the whiteness... but that was gone too, now. It was simply her and an unfamiliar waiting room.

But Brooklyn didn't want to be in a waiting room. She knew she couldn't give up this easily.

"Dog!" She exclaimed, looking up at the tile ceiling. Her voice was still subtly shaky. The other people hushed her. Biting her lip, she whispered a quick 'sorry' before leaning over an empty chair. She knocked on the wall. It sounded very dense. "Dog!" She exclaimed again, albeit quietly. "Dog!"

"Shhh!" Whispered the person closest to her. "If you want to speak to Mr. Dog, you'll have to give him a reason to want to speak to you."

A reason to speak to me?, Brooklyn thought. How on earth was she going to do that? Did she have to do something incredibly bad or incredibly good? "Okay, thank you," she whispered back. Then she straightened up, still facing the wall. Okay... if I were Dog, what would summon my attention? ...Beer, probably. Baseball caps. Burnt s'mores. Her eyes widened with realization. A campfire!

"Listen up, everybody!" Brooklyn suddenly exclaimed, turning to face the other occupants. Even she shocked herself when she did that. They slowly looked up at her one by one. Most of them looked at her with a glare, but it was a start. With all of these eyes now on her, Brooklyn faltered. She had never been the most outgoing or talkative person. It would be so easy to simply say 'nevermind' and sit back down. She bit her lip. "...We're going to have a campfire today. Now, I mean. How does that sound?"

"Dangerous," said one.

"Boring," said another.

Those responses weren't expected. "That's okay!" Was all Brooklyn could reply with. Tucking a loose lock of hair back behind her ear, she walked over to a stack of magazines (all of them had Dog on the cover) and picked them up. "This will be fun," she assured everybody. A little smile crossed her lips. Taking a couple steps backwards, she adjusted her grip on the magazines. She was ready to figure out how to start a fire.

But then she bumped into someone.

A familiar voice purred, "Now what do you think you're doing?"

'Til Death Do Us Part

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October through December was, without a doubt, Brooklyn's favorite time of year.

This year, she got to spend it with her beautiful new son.

The child, aged only three months at the time, was far too young to trick or treat on Halloween. But that didn't stop her and her lovely fiancé, Sam, from dressing him up in a cute Popeye costume. Brooklyn herself threw together a Mary Poppins costume with clothes she already owned, although may or may not have snatched the bow tie for the costume from Sam's wardrobe. For the whole evening, the young family snuggled together on the couch and watched kid-friendly Halloween movies. The child sat on Sam's lap while Brooklyn rested her head on Sam's shoulder.

In November, Brooklyn's parents came to stay for a week while their house got some remodeling done. They happily babysat Louis while Brooklyn and Sam went out on some dates to get some much-needed one on one quality time together. On Wednesday night, Brooklyn went out with her best friend, Ella, and her own mother to try on wedding dresses. Brooklyn found a dress that she absolutely fell in love with and ultimately bought. To prevent Sam from seeing it before the ceremony, Ella volunteered to keep it safe at her own house. Ella had gotten married two years ago to a lawyer but was currently childless. She and Brooklyn had been friends since junior high. Ella recalled how Brooklyn and Sam would always seem to gravitate towards each other at school, and claims she mentally predicted that they would marry each other someday.

Now it was December. On the first day of that glorious month, Brooklyn played Christmas music while she and Sam decorated the tree. Meanwhile, Louis sat in his crib and gnawed on his red teether. It had been an exciting day. One time when Sam had his head turned, she held a mistletoe behind her back. "Ooohh Sam," she had cooed to get his attention. Once he faced her, she held the mistletoe up high over the both of them and eagerly went up on her tip toes to kiss him.

Today it was December 18th. "One more week until Christmas!" Brooklyn exclaimed upon waking up. Throughout the day thus far, she seemed to be in a great mood. She made sugar cookies in various holiday-themed shapes, she read Louis 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, then she watched Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer while sipping hot chocolate.

Everything was perfect.

"I'm heading out!" She announced around eight in the evening as she grabbed her purse. "Ella invited me over for some wine and Christmas karaoke. How could I refuse?" Giggling, Brooklyn located Sam and gave him a simple good-bye hug. "I love you so, so much. See you later."

With that, she left the house. It was a chilly night, being around -15°C. She quickly hopped into the car then began driving to Ella's house. It was only a ten minute drive away. If she partied with Ella for about two hours, she should be back home by 10:30, just in time for bed. She had to be awake early in the morning to meet up with a client.

Brooklyn made a right turn onto the highway. Her eyes were on the road, her hands were fastened on the wheel, her mind was focused on what she was doing.

Headlights appeared behind her, in the lane to her left.

She noticed them, but didn't pay much attention to them.

The headlights grew larger.

And larger.

And larger.

She bit her lip. That person was seriously speeding. But hey, as long as they stayed in their la-



Her vehicle began spinning in circles across the icy road. The side view mirror on Brooklyn's side had been ripped off and was now completely missing. The door behind her had been caved in, and the paint had many scratches in it. Thank God Louis wasn't in there with her.

"Fuck!" Brooklyn shrieked, immediately covering her mouth right after as if Louis was there to overhear it. What the hell just happened!? The headlights continued moving forward until they disappeared into the distance. Meanwhile, Brooklyn was struggling to regain control of the car. It was spinning in rapid circles, not obeying Brooklyn as she tried slamming the brakes or turning the wheel. It flew forward before...flipping.

It tripped over the curb with such force that sent it tumbling down the hill into a forested area. It jumped, it shook, the windshield and other windows shattered, it had Brooklyn giving a blood curling scream. She managed to reach into her purse for her phone. There was no question that she needed to call the emergency number. She turned her phone on, but before she could do anything else-

the phone flew from her hands. Right after, the car crashed into a couple large oak trees which were aligned with each other. There, the vehicle finally stopped.

The glass from the broken windows had sliced all over Brooklyn's skin, covering her in bleeding cuts. Some of them were so deep that they would require stitches.

The force of the tumbling car gave Brooklyn severe whiplash. Her neck and head were filled with an intense, almost blinding, pain.

The trauma of this experience cut deeper than any glass did. She sat in the busted car, paralyzed. Her breaths were irregular and shallow. To say she was suffering was a terrible understatement.

Slowly, her world faded to black

and soon,

her heart

stopped

beating.

Until Death Do Us Part

Re-opening this! Bump.

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