End of the book. I don't know... I guess I just wanted to post. This is the last half of the last chappie. Hope you guys like it. If not, please tell me why so I can fix it up...
*"mahal" means love in Filipino.
Story protagonist is Joshua.
“Farewell and Godspeed.” Myrina said.
Milhad held out a silver ball and a bright flash of light once again was the last thing he saw.
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A window slamming open startled him awake. His eyes still foggy saw nothing but white. A flash of orange hopped onto his lap and started purring. He stroked its fur, Tabby he thought. A dark figured approached him. As his eyes got clearer, he saw it was his mom. She looked exhausted; her cropped hair had now grown out until her shoulders and the dark circles under her eyes were evidence of sleepless nights. She was smiling and crying at the same time as she kissed her son. He was in a white room, a hospital room.There was an open window to his left. It looked as if the window might have not woken up only him. His mother's eyes were still puffy.
“Josh! You’re awake!” said his mother as she embraced him. “Do you remember anything, mahal*?”
He shook his head looking confused. “How long was I out?” he asked.
“You were in a coma for three months honey. We found you a few hours after you went missing. You slipped and fell off a ridge while chasing a lamb. You hit your head remember?” she said.
“So it was all a dream?” he said in a disappointed whisper.
“Wait right there dear, I’ll go get your father.” said his mother. “Nurse!” he heard his mother say as she stepped out of the room.
“Wait, mom!” he wanted to know it wasn’t a dream. He wanted to know that Kala and Milhad weren’t figments of his imagination. He wanted to know that everything was true. While reaching out for his mother, he knocked something off the table by his bedside onto the floor. He slid off his bed to pick it up then his world went spinning round. He sat back down on his bed.
A necklace. The necklace Kala had given him that night by the fire, the night they kissed. He held the small wood-carved angel between his fingers, feeling every contour of the object and he pressed it tightly against his lips. The scent of the forest, her scent, still lingered on the necklace. How did it get here? He pushed the thought out of his mind because right now, he just wanted to know it was all real. It made him smile to know that it wasn’t a dream. But it made him feel even worse knowing that she was now gone, his opposite pole, his equalizer, his everything.
He felt a warm tear roll down his cheek but he was too impossibly lonely to care. He just sat there in silence as he held the angel. He held it tight, as tightly as he could without breaking it so as not to lose any memory of her; his angel.
