I found myself in a drawing room. The olden days type of drawing room. It was absolutely magnificent and it seemed to have a door that opened to a garden.

I was still dressed in the clothes I died in. But they looked the way they did before the kidnapping ordeal. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

I sat on one of the stools set up, and sighed staring at my shoes. I wasn't motivated bro explore the room . The reminder that I died, took all joy from me. Then I heard it.

It sounded like the wind speaking to me.
"Why are you sad?" The wind asked.

I looked around wondering who spoke, seeing no one I assumed it was my imagination, thinking "Great, now I'm running mad."

I sighed, and then the wind asked again. "Why are you sad?"

"Who is there?! Who are you?!" I asked warily.

It only repeated it's question, "Why are you sad?"

I replied this time, not seeing any harm in doing so. "I've wanted to die ever since I was little. I had no place on earth. Then along came Azrael, and he just barged his way into my life. He's the love of my life though. I can't just leave him there? I need him. And I feel he needs me as much as I need him."

"Love of your life? Do you know who he is? What he is?" It asked.

"Yes I do and I still love him."

"Then he must become a fallen and so must you. You were to be given a place amongst our own. Now you will get it, only to fall." The wind warned.

"Do I get to remain with him?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes. He will be lost without you." The wind replied.

"Do I lose your love? It never felt like you had any to give me." I asked.

"My love and mercies endure forever, child." The wind blew across my forehead like a cool kiss in the scorching summer.
I sighed in bliss.

"I know you want to stay here." I heard he smirk in the voice. Then it became serious. "But you must go back to him, you must help him balance. His grief will rule his emotions for sometime to come, you must balance it for him. He will enforce justice. If he did not understand why I carried it out before, he does now. Which is why he retains his job. And which is why you will help him."

The wind blew through my hair. I close my eyes, revelling in the feeling. Then sighed.
"Can life ever be really easy?" I asked.

"No, or it won't be life. You must get back. I'm always with you." The wind whispered one last time and I was whisked away, back to the world of the living. But it wasn't quite my world anymore. I was an angel now, but I was going to fall.

It would hurt like anything, but it had to be done.