The shine of the papery, gold substance covering the tips of these feathers made me tear up. We both were sitting against the wall. Her head still laying against my chest. Her small hands wrapped around me. Her tears rolled down my chest.

Through her tears, she said, “I’m sorry.”

I was confused about what she was sorry for.

She let go of me and grabbed a feather from behind her and said, “I’m an angel and you’re a demon.”

I was so mad at the words that came out of her mouth.

I told her in the sternest voice I could produce. “I don’t care. No matter what anyone says. Two different creatures can be friends.”

Her response was jaw-dropping and I will never forget it.

“B-but I don’t know any angels and d-demons to um like each others company. I mean like more than friends. I feel a connection to you and my father told me a story my mother wanted to tell me but died before she could. My mother’s best friend was married to a demon she was having a baby boy around the same time I was born. My mother made an angel’s heartbeat. It’s a fancy way of saying a spell to connect two souls. I think you were the baby boy my father was talking about Asher.”

I was in shock. Both of our moms died and my mom told me a similar story too. My mom told me there was a girl that was connected with my soul we would find each other and no matter what we would find love in each other. Also, thinking about what she told me I did feel a weird connection in her. I walked up to her. I remember everything about that moment. This short lady standing in my living room, tears rolling down her face. The angel was coming out slowly. Her small halo floating above her head. Her soft angel wings curled around her like a hug. I took my wings out. I picked her up and brought her into the guest room. I set her on the bed she laid down. I started to walk away.

But she grabbed one of my wings and whispered, “Don’t go, please.”

So I didn’t, I laid next to her. She threw her arm over my torso and squeezed me like a teddy bear. Her body curled close to me. Her arms were wrapped around me. I heard gentle sobs coming from her. I wrapped my arms around her to comfort her. Her head resting on my chest.

Once she fell asleep, I walked into my bedroom and looked up some things. First, I looked up an angel’s heartbeat. According to Google, an angel’s heartbeat is exactly what Lucille said. It was a spell to connect two souls. Then, I found a website that told me about people who are put under an angel’s heartbeats in this town and they have a picture of what they look like right now which is odd but whatever. I scrolled to the year I was born. Lucille and I were born in the same year. Then, I see it my photo and Lucille’s photo with our names under them. We were connected, I walked over to the living room to ponder me and Lucille being connected.

Then the doorbell rang breaking my focus. I ran to Lucille’s room and shut her door. I ran back to the front door. I opened the door and saw my towering father standing in front of me.