I turn and stop breathing at the sight before me. My fucking soul shivers. Fuck. I’m stunned into a place where I can’t even fill my lungs or blink. The black satin dress hugs her frame so perfectly, her long hair falling down her back. She’s slimmer than before. And I can’t see her beautiful face. She’s wearing a gas mask, just like mine, but with glitter around the chambers on each side. I’m looking at a fucking angel. My angel. My anchor. Mine.
