Key Eighteen: Marion:
She didn’t used to be so cold. She once had dreams in her human life. Ha, human life. She didn’t believe in that such a thing existed. Or at least she used to. The more she thought about it, the more she had to ask questions. Those questions led to images in her mind.
She remembered a pier. She stood, overlooking the sea. At the time, she was waiting for someone. A lover, perhaps. She couldn’t remember. The summer pier wind blew through her long dark hair. She wore her favorite red dress today.
Someone did show up on that pier. Or was that a dream. She couldn’t be sure anymore.
“Are you crying?”
“Huh?” She reached up and wiped away a tear from her cheek. “It’s nothing. You’re seeing things!”
“You’re starting to remember when you were human, aren’t you?”
Alma gently touched her shoulder. “It’s okay. I started to remember mine for a long time. I think I was married when I was a human.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Ridiculous.”
“Is it though?”
She lowered her eyes. “Uh well…” She saw herself on the pier again. The sun kissed her pale skin. She could feel a gentle breeze blowing through her long dark hair. This had to been in summer. The seagulls made their cries in the distance. What was she going to do with the person she was waiting for that day?
Alma looked her in the eye. “What is happening to us?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t know how I feel about this.”
“Neither do I.” She had a dream when she was a human. She believed it had something to do with clothes. Own a store? Design her own clothes? Model? She doubted the last option. Maybe the first two were combined. It hurt her brain to find the answer. Besides, her dream didn’t pan out like she had hoped.
Something bad must have happened. In fact, she was sure of it.
Why else would working Paradise feel so familiar to her? But how did she end up in the City and the Tower? She dug in her mind many times, but the answer always came up blurry.
“How did we end up in this whole mess?” Alma asked. She shook her head.
“I can’t tell you,” she said. “We ended up captured and being used.” Alma shivered as she lay beside her. She looked up at the ceiling. I don’t like this.
She tried not to look into Alma’s big brown eyes. Why did she have to rely on her so much?
“Alma,” she said.
“Hm?” the other angel asked. She pulled Alma into a tighter embrace.
“Why do you hang onto me so much?”
“You seem so brave.”
“Do I really?”
“Heh.” Her being braver? She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She would usually push away the weaker angels around her. Better to rot away self-destruct alone, right? But Alma wouldn’t give up on staying by her side. In the end, she had to let the younger angel stay by her side.
“You know that one day I might have to betray you in order to survive, right?” she asked. Alma shook her head.
“I don’t think you will,” she said.
“And what makes you say that?”
“Because… you are too lonely to do so.”
She all but laughed at the suggestion. “Me? Lonely?”
“I know how women like are.”
“What was that for?”
“There is so much that you don’t know about me, my dear.”
Alma rested her head again her flat chest. “I want to get to know you.”
“Why would you do that?”
The other angel looked away, blushing. “I have grown quite attached to you over these years.”
She snorted. “Why?”
“I don’t really know how to explain it myself.”
“You are a strange one, Alma.”
Does there have to be a reason for love?
She glanced behind her with her eyebrow raised. “Oh, it’s you again. Are you back to talk me into escaping again, Leda?”