Holding On To Heaven
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After that first time my visits became second nature to her, whether I was there to talk or sing. It had become something so expected that soon, she enjoyed falling asleep to the sound of my voice, serenading her with songs of hope that were heaven sent. I enjoyed that reaction most of all. As the frequency of the visits grew, I found myself enjoying the long term effect on her, most of all watching her face, completely at peace as she slept. I wanted that peace to remain with her forever.
For the next three weeks following the first, I came to her every night. First telling myself I was doing it for her, believing the more I visited the better off it was in the long term. It was from there that I proceeded to tell myself that I did it as much for me as I did it for her. I rather enjoyed the way I felt when in her company.
I was beginning to walk the fine line with the rules, but I found myself caring less about that as time wore on. It is something I was not willing to give up, even though I knew the more time spent together the more she would begin to question just who I was and what my intent was in spending the time with her.
While she may not believe what Emma was telling her, I knew it was only a matter of time before she her mind started working and the questions began. The greater purpose for her life was going to come up, and it was going to come up soon. There was no way around it.
Until then, I resigned myself to enjoying my time with her and not focusing on what was to come.
I couldn't possibly be breaking the rules in doing it that way—could I?