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'Til Death Do Us Part

Sam had woken up, only to go back to sleep again moments later.

Brooklyn was ecstatic when he finally stirred. Perhaps he was in a better mood now and would want to turn on a movie, or play a board game with his mom, or anything else that would be entertaining for the angel. Yet he only had the energy to change and feed his son. Dark under eye circles were prominent on his face and his eyes were still pink from all the tears he had shed, she observed. She followed him over to the baby. At least Louis looked much more lively.

Part of her knew it wouldn't be long before he started questioning where his mother went, though. He had already reached towards her in the photograph. Before long, he would be speaking his first words. Brooklyn hoped she would be there- even if it's in angel form- to hear them.

It was very late in the night. In only a couple hours, traces of dawn were starting to appear through the window. Sam remained silently restless. Empathetic towards her fiancé but also growing quite bored, Brooklyn decided to walk through the wall of her son's room to explore the backyard.

Nothing had changed. Footprint-covered snow covered the whole area. There was a snowman towards the edge of the yard, one that Sam and Brooklyn had built together a couple weeks ago. She was happy it was still standing, although the carrot nose was covered with freshly fallen snow. That was upsetting. Would Sam notice if she brushed it off?

...presumably not. It could have been the wind, after all.

Thus she willed herself to really touch it as she brushed away the snow. It peacefully floated down to the ground. The sun was now higher on the horizon, so she rushed back inside. It would be a shame if he happened to commit a mortal sin so early in the morning; yet she wasn't willing to risk it. Nothing was worth the risk of possibly never rejoining her family again.

'Til Death Do Us Part

Sam arrived home only minutes after Brooklyn did. He appeared both physically and emotionally exhausted. Brooklyn bit her lip, for she knew she was at fault. If she never insisted on going to Ella's house, none of this would have happened. She would have remained alive and could be pressing her lips to Sam's right now. Louis would still have a mom, Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones would still have a daughter, and Sam would still have a fiancée.

Sam was single again, Brooklyn realized. There was nothing preventing him from moving on and marrying another woman. If all went as planned, it would be three whole months before she could return. Was that enough time for him to move on? It guilted her to hope the answer was no. She didn't want him to grieve for the next 90 days, but she want him to date someone else, either. Everything needed to be given time. No rushing out of the grieving process, no rushing to pack away her things, no rushing to find a step mother for Louis. Whatever happened throughout these next three months would be vital to their futures.

After Sam traveled to Louie's bedroom, Brooklyn decided to tag along. She was proud of the cute cartoon-style art she had designed for the walls. It had been fun designing and creating them. The outcome was perfect. To Brooklyn's surprise, Sam suddenly started praying out loud. Praying. That was something she didn't think she'd ever seen him do before. "Sam..." she found herself speaking aloud. He mentioned how she was born an angel, how he loved her, how she was his first love, and lastly, apologized for not being there to protect her.

"It's not your fault," she murmured as if he could possibly hear her. "If anything, it's mine. I was the one in the car. I was the one who didn't pay much attention to the approaching headlights. I was the one who died." A sad smile passed her lips as she reached out to gently stroke Louis' head. The way Sam held him so protectively was heart warming. Even though Brooklyn had only been gone for less than twenty four hours, she could tell Sam and Louis had already formed a new unspoken bond. She loved that fact beyond words. If she happened to fail her mission and be refused resurrection, at least Sam and Louis would always have each other.

She walked with them out of the bedroom and into the living room where Ms. Hanson had set down a sandwich for her son. "You really must eat, love," Brooklyn chimed in without thinking. But Sam had already fallen asleep. "....or it can wait until you wake up," she added with a chuckle. He may not have eaten quite yet, but at least he was finally getting some rest.

While waiting for him to wake up, she invested herself in some wing exercises. Earlier Sawyer had mentioned that new wings, especially wings from Dog and not God, were usually very frail and needed to be worked out to help them gain some strength and stamina. But how should I do this? she thought to herself. Standing in the middle of the living room not far from Sam, she gazed out of the window as she flexed and unflexed then stretched and unstretched her wings at a steady rhythm. In and out, side to side.

After a short while of that she was already growing weary. Regardless, she forced herself to continue doing it for at least another five minutes before stopping. It would prove to be beneficial to have stronger wings when traveling between altitudes, Sawyer had claimed. But when would I even need to do that? An exhausted Brooklyn needed a break. Collapsing on the couch next to Sam, she wrapped her arms around him and mindlessly stared straight ahead as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

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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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Bump.

'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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"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.