She brushed her hair out of her eyes and stopped abruptly at the site in front of her. Her hand went to her lips in awe and wonder.
A man stood tall before her, he was dressed in white from head to toe, and in his hand he held a single white rose. Slowly the man approached her. Tears welled up within her eyes as he produced the rose out for her to take. She swallowed hard but allowed him to softly stroke her cheek. She looked up into his deep blue eyes, not believing what her eyes saw.
He spoke softly as she shook her head, trying to make him disappear. "Do you believe in miracles?" he asked her, softly, giving the gorgeous smile that she knew so very well.
Her voice broke and she struggled not to break down in front of him. "My mind is telling me that you're dead…and yet you stand before me…flesh and bone."
He smiled softly, running his graceful fingers through her long ebony hair. The child within her arms cooed softly and smiled up at the strange man. "And what does your heart tell you? Think with your heart, Jessica Sinclair."
The way he said her name, as he had always said it. Tears did come now, falling down her cheeks. " My heart is telling me that yes, by some small miracle you are here…but I don't want to be lied to…" her voice broke.
"And my heart has been known to lie." She finished, softly as the tears continued to fall.
"Jessica…" he said, softly, again smiling enchantingly at her, almost hauntingly. "Trust in your heart, let it guide you. If you do not then all that we have worked for will have failed. Now close your eyes." He commanded.
She did as she was told.
The man pulled her close to him, and gently placed his lips upon her own. She let her body soar with him, her heart and soul believing and realizing all at once. He was alive, and he was here…with her.
He paused and stepped back. "Now do you believe in miracles?" he asked softly.
She shook her head, quietly.
He raised his eyebrows in question.
"No…" she paused softly, gazing deep into his beautiful angel-like eyes. "I believe in angels."