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The sequel to "My Miracle, My Angel," is up! It's called "Never Too Late"! You can see the preface below and find the whole ( COMPLETED!) story in my profile.

Have fun!

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Yours,
L'heure Bleue

Never Too Late — Preface

September 2038 ( Arianna POV )

It was a good way to die, I suppose. What more could I ask for? I was staring into the eyes of my one and only love, and that was enough.

Before he came into my life, I was happy. Very happy. Happier than I had the right to be. But I was incomplete. I was young, too. I still am. I don't care; I love him, and I know that I will always love him, no matter what ... forever. No one else could ever touch my heart the way he has.

I took a deep breath in as the darkness started to close in around me. I didn't feel pain. I could still see his eyes, though. I could feel his hand on mine in the darkness.

And then I could hear his voice, too.

"I'm sorry, Ari," he whispered, and his voice was full of pain.

I wanted to reach out, to pull him close to me, but I couldn't. I couldn't move. I could barely think. The darkness continued to close in.

I sighed, and gripped his hand tighter.

"I love you, Ari."

I started crying then, and the tears slowly slid down my pale cheeks. The sobs shook my body, and he held me close.

"I l-l-love you, too, G-Gabe," I stuttered, and then the darkness settled in and I couldn't see. I couldn't hear, and I couldn't move.

It really wasn't a bad way to die. I was in the arms of the one I loved, and I couldn't ask for more.

I only wished that the hands I found so comforting now ... weren't the ones that had killed me.