"Norman!" Alyssa cried out brokenheartedly. He was gone, this time for good, and with him he'd taken her heart. She sat sobbing on the front steps. Nothing mattered anymore. Death would be less painful than this. She walked blindly into the street.
The blue Volkswagen screeched to a stop but couldn't avoid hitting her. She went down quickly, cracking her head on the pavement. Looking up she saw an angel. His eyes blue, hair golden, but a look of deep concern darkened his expression.
"Oh my God! Are you all right?" he hovered over her.
"Am I dead yet?" She could hear sirens in the distance. Likely that meant she wasn't dead and that her angel would disappear. Funny, she'd never thought an angel would say something like "Oh my God." She pondered that idea, as the sound of sirens grew louder. "Goodbye angel" she whispered before closing her eyes again.
When she woke she was in a private room at Bay General. Severe concussion. Was there anyone they could call?
"No," she admitted sadly, "no one."
She would have to stay a while longer. She'd been unconscious for days and they wanted to make sure she was stable before leaving the hospital. In the meantime they needed some information. So far she was known only as Jane Doe.
"Alyssa Pentall." She filled them in on all the details, especially the insurance information. Her data was updated in the computers.
"I'm here to see Jane Doe."
"I'm sorry," the woman stated somberly, "She's gone."
"What do you mean gone? Did she…?" his voice trailed off with the unasked question.
"I'm afraid I don't have that information."
He went up to the sixth floor and to the room she'd been in. The name on the door was changed.
He'd visited her daily since the accident. The police had his name and information. Surely they would be calling on him now. Vehicular homicide. How could he have been so careless and stupid?
Oddly, he had grown fond of her during his visits. She looked sweet and lovely. Her soft dark skin and hair contrasted with the crisp white hospital sheets. She was petite with delicate features. He imagined her eyes were brown with golden flecks. That, he thought, would make her perfect. He'd spoken to her, apologizing repeatedly, begging her to wake up. But now she was 'gone' and he would have to face not only the fact that he had taken another persons life, but the life he had taken seemed so full of possibility.
Devastated he wandered out of the room to the elevator. The doors opened and he entered without a thought.
"Oh my God. Why are you here?" she asked the panic rising in her voice. "Am I going to die now?"
"What?" he looked at her shocked and then recognized her. "Jane!"
"Why don't you know my name? Shouldn't an angel know his person's name?"
"I don't know what you are talking about." He stammered. "I can't believe you're alive."
The elevator suddenly lurched to a halt. She backed against the wall, fear filling her eyes. "What are you going to do? This doesn't seem fair. I just finally fought my way back to living, to wanting to live, and now, now, I'm going to die?"
"I won't hurt you, I promise." He held up his hands. "I just came here to see you and they told me you were gone."
"I'm gone?" she blinked, "but wouldn't you be the first to know that?"
He stared at her incredulously. "Who do you think I am?"
"My angel." She felt her cheeks growing warm. "I mean, when I died, or almost died, I saw my angel, that was you."
An uncomfortable laugh preceded the relief and then sorrow that washed over his face. "I'm not your angel." He stated sadly. "I'm David Allen, the person who hit you. I'm so sorry. I've been here to see you every day since the accident and today, they told me, that you were, gone."
She started to giggle uncontrollably. The absurdity of the whole situation was just sinking in. Yes, she had heard him speaking, and even seen him when he visited, but she had assumed he was her angel, and now, she was beginning to see that he might just be.
He smiled. Her laugh was sweet and lilting, just as he'd expected it would be. The elevator lurched again and she lost her balance. He caught her and looked into her eyes.
"Green" he commented.
The elevator doors opened and he helped her out. They returned to her room. "Alyssa?"
"Do you think you can ever forgive me?"
"I already have" she smiled. "But you owe me a dinner."
When she was ready to check out he was waiting for her with flowers. He pushed the obligatory wheelchair. When they got outside he helped her into his car and drove her home.
"Will I see you again?" she asked as he left.
"We have a dinner date." He smiled.
She watched him leave. Maybe this time she wouldn't end up with a broken heart.
He picked her up that Friday. She was dressed to the nines. The restaurant was elegant and the food exquisite. Unfortunately the help was clumsy and the waiter dropped the bread basket sending crumbs flying.
"Excuse me," she said flustered as she left the table.
"Are you all right" he asked when she returned.
"Yes, I'm fine." She blushed "I just got something in my eye."
After dinner he took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. He was humming the Sinatra tune the band was playing when he gazed into her eyes. She was so beautiful, he thought, and then he noticed. "They're brown."
"Your eyes, they're brown, with golden flecks."
Embarrassed she admitted, "Yes, I had to take my contacts out."