Joanna Beth Harvelle (renascence) wrote in taintedsprings_, |
She listened as he spoke, something she hadn't been able to do in a long awhile. Just listen to his voice. And she wasn't surprised when he mentioned the fact that it was a coincidence that she went to Heaven. She could only assume that meant that he'd gone there as well, but apparently, like her, he hadn't stayed there.
"He's an archangel," she replied, softly, just enjoying the fact that he was holding onto her. Who knew how long it would last, so she'd take what she could for now. It was better that way.
"I think they do it that way so that you don't miss it. So that you're not pining for it while you live," she figured. "They don't expecty ou to get out of Hell, and even if you do, they want you to remember that they had you. But Heaven... its a whole different piece of pie. And its made with plastic fruit." There was a slightly bitter tone in her voice, as if she'd experienced something that she knew to be false and hated that it was.
"I'm fine, Dean. I've been coping on my own for awhile now." She was used to being alone now. Used to being on her own and taking down what needed to be taken down. Since she wound up this way, Selaphiel nowhere to be found. She gave him a momentary squeeze to help calm her own nerves and smiled softly up at him.