Key Fifteen: Grace:
She sat in front of Kit as he slept. He was crying in his sleep last night. His lips kept mumbling something that she couldn’t understand. Grace thought he said “Emma” or “Anna”. She pushed his hair from his eyes.
“Do you miss her?” she asked him. The angel kissed him on the forehead.
“You won’t have to cry when I am here.” Grace pulled Kit into her arms and went to sleep beside him.
Kit awoke when the sun hit his face. Grace sat beside him, watching propping up her chin.
“Oh, good morning,” the male angel said, blinking. “Have you been watching me this whole time?”
“Just for a little bit,” Grace said. Kit sat up and looked around the empty landscape.
“You crying last night,” she said. He turned his head.
“Was I?” he asked. Grace slowly nodded.
“You kept mumbling something like Emma or Anna,” she said. “Who was she?” Kit lowered his head.
“She was my wife,” he said.
“But I thought that angels couldn’t marry,” Grace said.
“We lived together like a married couple.”
“What was she like?”
“Really quiet. Being with her made living in the city less painful. She had to stay inside the hotel because of her wings.”
“She still had her wings?”
“Where did you find her?”
“The outer eighth circle, I believe.”
“The first Bolgia?”
“I guess. How do you know so much about this city?”
Grace froze and looked down at her hands. “I was on the run.”
“Oh, from the person you were hiding from?”
She nodded, pressing her lips together. “Yeah…”
“Who are you running from?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She looked Kit in the eye. “What else about your wife?”
Kit drew his knees to his chest. “She didn’t speak much at first. She stayed in the room of the hotel where I hid her. Her wings made her a target in this city. I couldn’t let Tate and his dogs eat her.” The male angel began to smile.
“My wife… She was so frail. I had to hold her up to help her walk. Still, something about her felt familiar. Tell me, can you remember anything from when you were human?”
Grace snorted. “No! Who would?”
“Why? Did she trigger some memories or something?”
“Yes. I think we might have been married when we were human. I remember tender moments we shared together.”
“What happened to her?”
The faint light died in Kit’s eyes. “She got taken away. Monsters came into the city one day, looking for more angels to keep as pets. Her wings attracted them and they took her away. I tried to get to her, but they held me back.”
“And you haven’t tried to find her?”
Kit shook his head. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.” He looked down at the sand at his feet. Grace couldn’t help but feel pity for him. Kit seemed like a nice guy. He didn’t deserve to be turned into an angel like everyone else was in this forsaken city. His wings, wife, and friends were gone. Part of her wished that she could make the city a little more bearable for him once again.
“What was her name?” she asked. “Your wife, I mean.” Kit looked up at her with his eyes welling up with tears.
“Alma,” he said. “Her name was Alma.” Grace leaned back.
“I think I had someone before,” she said.
“As a human?” Kit asked. The female angel shook her head.
“I can’t exactly say,” she said. Her mind went back to a giant farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. A little girl held a worn ragdoll in her hands. Someone was humming. She couldn’t quite remember the song, however. The little girl was brushing the doll in her lap. Suddenly, a shadow was cast over the child. She looked up to see a big hand reaching for her head.
“Grace? Grace?” someone asked back in reality. “Grace?!” The female angel jumped and turned. Kit looked at her, frowning.
“Are you feeling okay, Grace?” he asked. “You look so pale… and you’re trembling.” She stared at him with big, blank eyes.
“Did you remember something when you were human?” he asked. Grace drew her mouth closed and gulped.
“I think we better get going,” she said. “We can’t stay in one place for too long. Tate and his crew could be hunting this morning.” The female angel rose to her feet before her companion could open his mouth. Kit tilted his head.
“Okay…” he mumbled.
“Are you coming?” Grace shouted ahead. “I will leave you behind!”
“Don’t do that!” the male angel shouted. Kit ran along the sand to keep up.
Alma awoke in her cage with tears in her eyes.
“What’s the matter, Alma?” a small voice whispered in the darkness. The dark-skinned angel lifted her head. Marion sat inches away from her. Only her cool green eyes seemed to glow in the dim room. Alma wiped away her tears.
“I saw my Kit again,” she whispered. The dark-skinned angel moved her hand to her chest as more tears started to feel her eyes. A small, bony hand reached and patted her on the head.
“Alma…” Marion murmured. Her dear friend let herself break down, softly crying.