Grace looked down to where her feet sit on the pearly white floor beneath her, gazing through the fog that surrounded her. Emily had been a lot more shy than she had expected. Those brown eyes had been just as soft when Emily looked at her, just as soft as when the ivory girl looked to her girlfriend. Maybe even softer.
She had been beautiful. Hearing her youngest sister pray to her every night and tell her about the beautiful French girl who had swept her off her feet, and now she had finally gotten to see it for herself.
The Ambassador's daughter was a catch; the greatest girl Jennifer could ever get, and Grace hoped her baby sister knew that.
Looking up from the ground, Grace smiled at the sight of an oncoming figure. "I never thought I'd see you here."
The younger boy grinned, sitting himself down beside the angel. "No offense, but I really didn't want to be here." He shook his head. "Not for a while."
"That's what I thought," the blond whispered, gazing back down into the mist that seemed to cover her feet. "But then it happened, and here I am." She rolled her eyes, feeling the newcomer's steady gaze on her body. "Well you know what I mean."
He nodded, leaning back against the bench. "I do." Brown eyes followed the older girl's gaze, watching as a picture appeared before their eyes. "They're good together."
Grace grinned at the image, watching her baby sister and her girlfriend read their separate books side by side in her old bed. Emily's bed. Their hands were connected between their bodies, their free fingers flipping the pages when it was time to move on. "They're great." She looked back to the younger boy. "Your Emily has been really good for Jenny."
"I know," he laughed. "They're practically inseparable though."
"Well yeah, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. They've only just started their relationship." She felt herself giggle, looking back down to the sight of her sister. "It's still the honeymoon phase," she dismissed. "Leave them be."
The brunette boy laughed loud, nudging Grace with his elbow. "It's not like I'm planning to split them up."
Grace's eyes crinkled, much like Emily's did when she laughed. "Yeah alright." She nudged him back, their elbows clanking. "You better not." Her crystal eyes flickered over to the boy she had seen in many of Emily's pictures from France, her curiosity getting the best of her. "So why are you here?" she whispered, watching as his expression changed.
Matthew looked up, smiling sadly at the older girl. "Car accident."
"Does Emily know?"
He gave a slow shake of the head, looking back down to watch his friend that he already missed so much. "Not yet. But thankfully, I planned on this."
Grace frowned. "You planned on getting hit by a car?"
"No." He focused on the brunette he saw sitting comfortably in her own bed, feeling happiness warm his heart as the two girls shared a small kiss before looking back to their books. "I spoke with my priest and his sister is a psychic." A smile spread over his face at the chuckle from the girl beside him. "I know how that sounds, I know. Anyway, she wanted to speak with me." His voice grew to a whisper, his eyes watering at the memory that flashed through his mind. "She told me that I didn't have too long."
"I'm sorry," the blond whispered, her hand dancing slowly across the bench until she got to his soft hand, picking it up in hers.
Matthew nodded gently. "So that day I wrote over fifteen letters to Emily. She'll get one every day, and when the last one gets to her, then she'll know."
Grace brought the younger teen closer, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. "You're her angel aren't you?"
The brunette grinned, watching as his friend wrapped her new girlfriend up in her arms and held her close. "Of course I am."