So many things hit at once, after a pause.
I've put mourning on pause, because happier occasions prohibit it.
Eventually, it catches up and the wave hits.
The angel comes back.
"Look up," it says, and the Little Girl does.
"They always climb before they fall, don't they?" she wonders aloud.
"It seems so," says the angel.
"Where are they now?"
"Scattered."
"No more pain."
"No more pain. They are nothing. Free."
"With you?"
"With you. With me. With the universe across its entirety, and with Time, across its expanse."
"Past and present."
"Yes, Little Girl. You are learning. No future. You have one more step to go."
"Only present."
The angel bows.
"So there are no turns, are there? And I've just kept asking when it's mine," she says.
"True."
"It is always my turn. I have not been, and I am, and I will not be. These are all simultaneous."
"Yes."
"And so, I should stop asking you to take me with you. I am already with you. I just need to open my eyes. Scatter while I'm alive."
"To be an angel while human, you need to open your mind. You are half way there, Little Girl. Come now."
"Cover me."
"You are always within my wings," says the angel.
