"Justin!"

That was the last word Brian said to me. It was the last word anyone said to me. He and the paramedics talked *about* me, but not to me. The doctors and nurses here have discussed me at length, but they haven’t said anything to me either. Why should they? I’m unconscious.

When I heard Brian yell my name, I turned around to see what was wrong. After the dance and the goodbye at his Jeep, his voice sounded… I don’t know. Weird. It was almost like he was mad at me. If I’d had more than a nanosecond to think about it, I would have worried about what I’d done this time to piss him off.

But there was no time to think. There was only the most excruciating pain, and then I could feel myself falling, in slow motion. It seemed like forever before I crashed against the cold hardness of the floor. As the darkness closed in, I saw Brian running toward me, then he veered off to the side. I tried to reach my hand out, to touch him, but he was too far away. I heard someone else’s voice, yelling in pain. It was Chris Hobbs; he was the one who hit me, and Brian must’ve gone after him.

The next thing I knew, Brian was saying ‘no’ over and over and his voice sounded near, like his face was very close to mine. I felt a soft cloth against my head, then I heard him talking, but not to me.

The siren sounded really loud, then I heard various voices shouting. Some of them sounded familiar - I think I heard Daphne and it sounded like she was crying. I wanted to tell her not to cry, but I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even open my eyes. The pain was obliterating everything: my senses, my thoughts, everything.

I felt myself being lifted off the floor onto something soft: a stretcher, I think. I was bounced around a little, then it felt like we were moving fast. There was lots of talking about pulse and blood pressure and shock, but I didn’t recognize the voices. I guessed we were in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Someone said, ‘You need to move back and give us room to help your friend.’ Who were they talking to? Brian? Was he there? It felt like someone was sitting on my chest - I couldn’t breathe. They put something over my nose and mouth and I could breathe again. I think they took it off before we got to the hospital.

It got quiet and I thought I felt someone touching my hand, very lightly, like he was afraid he might break it. Was it Brian? Why didn’t he say something? Didn’t he know I wouldn’t want to be alone with a bunch of strangers?

We stopped moving and the bouncing started again. Lots of people were yelling but I couldn’t make out anyone’s voice. I heard the words ‘concussion’ and ‘contusion’ They kept pulling my eyelids open and shining a bright light into my eyes, which got annoying after about the sixth time. I wanted to tell them that my head hurt and I was sleepy. I wanted to tell them to leave me alone and let me sleep or, at least, give me something for the pain. Not codeine, though, because I’m allergic to it. I told Brian about that once, didn’t I? Did he remember to tell them I can’t take codeine?

I really don’t remember much of what happened next. They must’ve been doing x-rays and other stuff, but I’m not sure. After what seemed like a long time, the movement stopped and the brightness outside my closed eyelids seemed to fade. I’d been stuck with needles and tickled on my hands and feet, but I think they’re finally going to leave me alone for a little while. I can still hear voices, even though they’re speaking quietly. I know my mother has arrived because I hear her. She’s upset - I can hear the tears in her voice - and she sounds like she’s fighting hard to stay in control. My mother is weird: she stays calm during the worse times, like when my grandfather died last year, but she loses it over unimportant shit, like when I won first place in the county-wide high school art show.

I can hear them telling my mom that I have a skull fracture and that I might need surgery. She asks when I’m going to wake up and they say they don’t know. She asks if I’m going to be okay or if I’ll have brain damage and they say it’s too early to tell; they won’t know the extent of my injuries until I wake up. They say that youth is on my side and it’s up to me to fight. It’s weird to hear myself being discussed like that - like I’m not even here. Well, in a way, I’m not. I don’t understand how I can be unconscious - someone just said I was in a coma - yet, I’m aware of what’s going on. If I can hear them, why can’t I open my eyes?

The door opens and I think everyone has left the room. Then I feel hands touching my face - they don’t belong to a doctor or a nurse. Mom’s still here. Her hands feel cold as they move from my face to my arms. She’s holding both my hands in hers and she starts talking. At first, I think she’s talking to me, then I realize she’s praying. She talks about how happy she was when I was born and what a beautiful baby I was. She says part of the reason she waited so long before having Molly was because she didn’t think she could ever love another child as much as she loved me. She says she knows she’s let me down in the last year; I’ve been through a very difficult time and she should have been more supportive. She makes a promise to God that, if He’ll let me get well, she’ll make it all up to me; she’ll love me, and everyone I love, unconditionally. ‘Please don’t take my baby boy,’ she pleads. I can tell she’s crying again, or maybe she hasn’t stopped. I want to tell her not to cry, that everything will be okay, that *I’ll* be okay. But I can’t.

I have other visitors, none of whom are relations. I’d like to know what my mom said to the hospital people to get them to allow ‘the gang’ in to see me, but they’re all here, two at a time for a few minutes each. I can’t make my eyes open to see them, so I try to listen to everything they say.

Debbie comes in first, of course, with Vic, although he doesn’t say much. Who can get in a word when Debbie gets started? She keeps telling my mom that I’ll be okay; ‘Sunshine’s a fighter,’ she says. She kisses me on the cheek - I know it’s her because her earring dangles against my ear - and pats my hand. She says it’s late and she has to get Vic home, but that she’ll be back.

Mom’s blowing her nose when I hear more female voices: Lindsay and Melanie. There’s more crying and I can picture them all hugging. Even though we didn’t meet the first time under the best of circumstances, they’ve sort of adopted me, like Debbie has. What is it about women that makes them want to take care of me? Do I seem that clueless to them? Do they feel sorry for me? That’s okay, I like Lindz and Mel: they almost treat me like an adult sometimes; they even laugh at some of my jokes. Like when I told them that, when I grow up, I want to be able to draw like Lindsay and glare at people like Melanie.

After telling my mother to call them if she needs anything, they say their goodbyes. Gus is in the waiting room with Emmett and they want to get him home. Lindsay promises that they’ll be back tomorrow. They both kiss me before they leave.

Before anyone else can come in, a doctor - maybe more than one doctor - checks on me again. Nothing has changed, he says, and all anyone can do is wait. When I wake up, they say, is basically up to me. This puzzles me because I want to wake up but I don’t know what I need to do to make that happen. I guess I’m going to have to be like my mom and friends and be patient.

The next voice I hear belongs to Michael - at least that’s who I think it is. But it can’t be him; didn’t he leave today for Portland, with the doctor? His voice is soft as he tells my mom how sorry he is and asks if there’s anything he can do. He sounds sad. Is all that sadness because of me? I wonder. I didn’t think he even liked me. Now he’s talking to someone else. ‘Well, at least come over here next to his bed, Brian.’ Brian is here! I knew he wouldn’t leave me. There’s no answer and Michael says, ‘You should say something to him, you know. When Uncle Vic was in his coma, they told us to talk to him, that he might respond to our voices.’ Still no reply. ‘Okay, I’m gonna leave you alone for a few minutes... It’s okay, Brian, I’ll be right outside if you need me.’

I hear the door open and close, then it’s quiet. I try so hard to open my eyes so I can look at Brian, but none of my body parts seems to be working right.

Just when I start wondering if Brian is still in the room, I feel his hand on mine, holding it very gently. I feel him sit down on the side of the bed next to me. ‘Justin,’ he speaks quietly, ‘how could I have allowed this to happen to you? You were counting on me to protect you. You trusted me and I…’ His voice breaks. I feel his head against my hands as his hair feathers across my arm.

I can’t stand it that I’m the cause of all this sadness. ‘I still trust you, Brian,’ I want to say to him. ‘It wasn’t your fault that Chris hit me. You tried to help me. You’re here now and I’m gonna be okay, I promise. Please don’t be sad. This is the happiest night of my life, Brian, because I know you love me.’

Brian is still for what seems like a long time. I can feel the pressure of his head against my hands, but I can’t really feel his skin. I feel something else on my hands, though: something wet. Tears... Brian is crying. I’ve never seen him cry, not even when his dad died, and now he’s crying because of me.

This is too much, I decide. I’m determined to open my eyes, so he can see that I’m okay. Despite the fact that I’m very tired, I summon all my strength in an attempt to wake up and tell him not to worry about me - and not to cry.

Suddenly, my head starts hurting about a million times more than it had been; I can’t feel my arms or legs anymore; the person who had been sitting on my chest in the ambulance is back, except it’s an elephant this time. I feel like my body is being torn into a thousand pieces and each piece is flying off in a different direction. I want to scream or cry or swear, but I can’t move. I can’t even think. Then, for the second time tonight, I feel myself falling. I think I hear someone yelling in the background, but I don’t know who it is.

Just as suddenly, I’m not falling anymore; I’m floating. All the pain has disappeared in the blink of an eye. In the blink of *my* eye, it seems, because I can open my eyes now. I look around. I’m not in the hospital any more.

I become aware that I’m not alone - someone is walking toward me. He looks young, probably near my age, and he’s cute. His dark hair is curly, he has very pale skin and big blue eyes. And he’s smiling at me.

When the guy gets closer, he says, ‘Hey, Justin. How’s it going?’

Justin! ‘H-how do you know my name? Who are you?’ I take a step back, making sure I’m out of his reach, just in case.

‘My name’s Eric.’ He chuckles softly. ‘There’s no need to be afraid - you’re among friends.’

I start feeling a little silly for being so wary, but I still don’t know where I am, or who this kid is. ‘I was in the hospital...’ A thought pops into my brain. ‘Wait a minute... Am I dead?’ I look around at my surroundings: we’re standing on a wide path that winds through a beautiful garden. The sun is shining and the air is fresh and clean. ‘Is this heaven? Are you an angel?’

‘No, I’m not an angel. Let’s just say I’ll be your host for the next couple of hours.’ Eric points to a place, about fifty feet away. There’s a short tunnel and a bright light shining on the other side. ‘This isn’t heaven, but it’s just ahead, through there.’

‘Then, what’s this?’

‘It doesn’t really have a name. Not everyone stops here - only those who are young, or who are involved in accidents.’

‘How did you know I had an accident?’

‘We’ve been watching you for a while, Justin.’ Eric looked down. ‘You didn’t *exactly* have an accident, though.’

I don’t want to *think* about that and I certainly don’t want to talk about it to a stranger, even if he *does* seem to understand. ‘You still haven’t told me why I’m here.’

‘You’re right. You deserve an explanation.’ He takes a deep breath, then continues, ‘Like I said, we’ve been watching you for a while, since you left home and started hanging out on Liberty Avenue--‘

‘I didn’t do anything wrong!’ I don’t know why I’m suddenly so defensive.

‘You’re right - you didn’t. But any time we see a gay teenager who’s trying to make a difference in his world, we know there’s a possibility that he might be joining us, so we start watching him. We know all about the verbal and physical abuse you endured at school and the problems with your family.’ I must’ve had a weird look on my face, because he reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. ‘It’s okay, man. We’ve all been there.’

‘You’re gay too?’ I was starting to understand, finally.

Eric nods. ‘There were some guys in my neighborhood who didn’t like fags. One day, two weeks before I was supposed to leave for college, they caught me alone and stabbed me seventeen times, then left me for dead. After three days in the hospital, I was given The Choice.’

Eric’s story makes me feel sick, and I don’t say anything for a few minutes. Curiosity finally gets the better of me and I have to ask, ‘What Choice?’

‘Those who are old or sick don’t get to choose, because their bodies are too far gone. You’re young and, other than the skull fracture, there’s nothing wrong with you. You get to choose whether you join us or go back.’

I pause for a another minute to let this information sink in. ‘Are you trying to tell me that *I* have the choice of whether or not I die?’ He nods. ‘Isn’t that a little bit like suicide?’

‘No. You didn’t put yourself in mortal danger - someone else did. You’re suffering from injuries that some people die of and some people survive. Considering the circumstances of the attack on you, we thought you deserved to choose whether or not you stay here.’ I don’t answer him right away and he continues, ‘I think it’s a no-brainer, Justin. Why would you want to go back there?’

‘B-but, what about my family? My friends? All the people who love me?’

‘And just where were all those people last night when you were getting your head bashed in?’

‘It’s not their fault!’ I’m yelling again, then I force myself to calm down. ‘Sorry.’

‘No problem. You’ve had a rough time - it’s okay for you to be upset.’ Stepping forward, he takes my elbow and leads me over to a stone bench underneath a tall, green tree. ‘Let’s sit for a while, okay?’

‘Thanks.’ As I sit down, I take a good look around. Every color in the rainbow is represented in the wildflowers that cover the ground. ‘I’d love to have a sketchbook - the scenery here is amazing.’

Eric smiles mischievously, then reaches under the bench and pulls out paper, colored pencils, charcoal and hands them to me. I take them eagerly, then lay them aside. ‘No, go ahead and draw if you like. We can still talk.’ I nod, but I don’t open the book, ‘Here’s the deal,’ he continues, ‘you only have a couple of hours to decide. After that, your body will deteriorate beyond your ability to recover, and you won’t have a choice any more. Do you have any questions? Is there anything I can tell you that will convince you to stay?’

I hesitate for a minute. What the heck, I think, he *did* ask if I had questions. ‘I don’t suppose I could get a sneak peek…’ I nod my head in the direction of the tunnel and beyond.

Eric laughs. ‘Sorry. If you go in, you can’t come back out. Do you want to know what it’s like?’

‘Sure.’

‘Well, it’s everything you ever imagined it would be, and a whole lot more. You can eat all you want and not gain weight, you can drink all you want and not get drunk. There’s music and movies, whatever you like--’

‘Sex?’ I laugh. ‘What about sex?’

Laying his hands on his chest, Eric sighs theatrically. ‘The sex is *fabulous*, Justin! Any time you like, with whomever you want.’

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. ‘How is that possible? That I can have anyone I want?’

Eric leans forward, as if he’s sharing a grand secret. ‘It’s all up here,’ he taps on his temple with his index finger. ‘You do all of it in your mind, and it’s the most incredible feeling you’ve ever had. You never get tired of it.’ I’m still trying to digest this when he starts speaking again, ‘And the people you can meet, Justin. You won’t believe it.’

‘Yeah? Like who?’

‘You’re an artist, right?’ He looks at the sketchbook that’s lying, unopened, in my lap. ‘How would you like to talk to Michaelangelo? Leonardo da Vinci? All the masters.’

‘Are you serious? Is this, like, the gay section of heaven?’

Eric shakes his head. ‘There aren’t any *sections*. We all live together in perfect harmony: no hate or intolerance or injustice...’ he looks down again, ‘And no homophobic people with knives or baseball bats.’

‘It sounds great, Eric, but I don’t think I can stay. I don’t think I’m ready to die yet.’

Eric looks at me as if he’s having trouble believing what I’m saying. ‘Don’t you want to think about it? Every gay boy’s dream is to be young and beautiful. Here’s your chance to stay eighteen forever. You don’t have to worry about getting gray hair or wrinkles or love handles.’

‘I know this sounds weird, but I don’t think I’m going to mind growing old. Gray hair and wrinkles don’t scare me. What scares me is being so afraid of failing at something that I don’t even try, or not having someone to share my life with...’

‘Someone like Brian, for instance?’ Eric suddenly seems to be interested in something on the ground.

‘How do you know about Brian?’ I ask.

He looks back at me. ‘We’ve been watching you, remember? We know all about your relationship with Brian Kinney.’

I don’t answer him right away. I’m thinking about the time, when I was living with him, when Brian brought that guy home and they started having sex right in front of me. Then there was the time he told me he wasn’t even my friend and that I was just a fuck. And the night he left me at Babylon to go to the baths or the look of disdain on his face after I’d won the King of Babylon contest. Then I remember looking up at his face when he was fucking me the first time and the way he looked the last time I saw him, smiling down at me, just before he kissed me for the last time... I recall the sound of his soft sobs as he sat on my bed in the hospital a few minutes ago.

Then I think about Deb and Vic, and my mom and Daph, and Emmett and Ted, and Matt, the new waiter at the diner, and Sean, who begged me to fuck him just one more time before he had to go home. I even think about Michael, who’ll never be my best friend, but who loves Brian just as much as I do, in his own way.

I can feel the tears welling up behind my eyes, but I fight the urge to cry. ‘It’s not just Brian, you know. It’s everybody - my friends and family, the guys at the diner and at Babylon...’ I take one last look around. ‘I won’t lie to you - the invitation is very tempting. I’ll be back someday, maybe sooner than I think.’ I grimace and Eric tries to smile. ‘My place is *there*, not here. Not yet. Even with all the shit that’s going on back there and knowing that it’s not going to get better soon, if it ever does... ’ I don’t finish the sentence, but Eric nods.

‘I understand, my friend. You’ve made your choice, which is all we asked you to do. I can’t say I agree with you, but you have to do what’s right for you.’ He leans forward and kisses me lightly on the lips. ‘Stay safe, Justin. Be happy.’

Eric stands up and starts walking away. I try to stand up, but I can’t seem to move my arms or legs. Suddenly, my head starts hurting again, worse than it did before. The beauty of the garden fades away and I can feel myself falling yet again. Everything goes black and I realize that I can’t open my eyes anymore.

I’m back in the hospital, I know. I don’t know *how* I know - I just know. I hear voices speaking softly, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. Once again, I try to open my eyes. To my amazement, they open this time, but only for a second. Come on, Justin, I tell myself, try again.

I concentrate all my strength on forcing my eyelids to open again and they do. This time, they stay open long enough for me to see who’s in the room. My mom and Debbie are sitting in chairs near my bed, talking quietly. Daphne is sitting on the side of my bed, crying. I think it takes her a few seconds to realize what’s happening.

‘Oh my God! He’s awake!’

‘Shit! Sorry, Jen.’ Debbie is beside me in a flash, her face a mixture of joy and disbelief. ‘Justin? Sunshine, can you hear me? Jesus, you gave us a scare! We thought we’d lost you...’

I open my mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. I can feel something in my throat, choking me. I try to reach my hand up to see what it is, but I can't. My hands and arms aren’t ready to move yet, I guess. I’m gagging on whatever the object is in my throat.

‘Be still, baby,’ Debbie puts her hand on my cheek, trying to calm me. ‘Your mom went to get a nurse. Everything’s gonna be okay.’

‘Please hurry!’ My mom is back in the room; she sounds terrified. There’s lots of movement and a tall woman with very black hair leans over me.

‘Justin! Justin, can you hear me?’ Her voice is loud - it hurts my ears. ‘Try to stay still, Justin, as still as you can.’ Her hands are touching my face and neck. ‘We had to put a tube down your throat, to help you breathe - that’s what’s making you uncomfortable. I’ve called the doctor and he should be here shortly. We’ll get the tube out as soon as we can.’

I’m having a little trouble understanding her, but I try to lie still, like she asked. A man walks up behind her and she stands aside when he starts examining me. They move to the bottom of my bed and hold a brief, whispered conversation. Afterwards, he moves back up to stand near my head. ‘Welcome back, Justin. Your mom said you were a fighter.’ He smiles at my mother, who is standing near the door with Debbie and Daphne. ‘Can you close your eyes for me?’ All I can do is stare up at him. I’ve spent hours trying to get my eyes open - why would I want to close them? Leaning forward, he spoke softly, ‘It’s okay, you can open them again in a minute.’ I think I can trust him, even though he looks a little like Ted. I close my eyes slowly.

It feels like the thing in my throat is moving. I cough, but that only makes me gag again. It hurts, and I try to get away from the pain.

‘Okay, Justin, you can open your eyes.’

When I open my eyes again, I still feel like I’m going to vomit. The nurse is walking away, carrying a tray. The doctor is still here. ‘I know that was unpleasant, but I wanted to get the ventilator out as soon as possible. You’re breathing just fine now. Can you talk?’

Once again, I open my mouth and, once again, nothing comes out. ‘That’s okay.’ The doctor is writing something on a clipboard. ‘I know your throat hurts and so does your head, am I right?’ I try to nod. ‘Now that you’re awake, we’ll increase the dosage of the pain medication. Unfortunately, we can’t let you sleep for more than an hour or so, until we do some more tests. I think you’re going to be fine, although it’s going to take some time. Don’t try to talk or move or even think for a while.’

Once again, he looks at the three females who are standing nearby, then looks back down at me. ‘Justin, there are some very tired, but happy, people who’d like to visit with you, okay?’

I try to nod, but I don’t know if I did. He seems to understand and gives me thumbs-up as he leaves the room.

My mom and Debbie rush over to my bed. They’re both talking and crying and trying to kiss me, all at the same time. I can’t understand much of what they were saying, but it doesn’t matter. Daphne is standing back, looking a little scared. My mother invites her to come over and sit back down on my bed. She’s crying again as she leans forward and kisses me on the cheek. I want to say something, but I’m not sure how to make my mouth form the words.

‘Did you say something, Justin?’ Daphne leans forward until her ear is near my face. Everyone is quiet, listening.

‘B-b-b…’ One sound is all I can get out.

Daphne stares down at me. ‘Brian? Did you say Brian? He’s here, Justin, down the hall.’ She jumps off the bed. ‘I’ll be right back.’

She’s almost to the door when Debbie’s voice stops her. ‘Daphne! I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.’ She looks at my mom, questioningly.

‘No.’ My mom smiles down at me. ‘If that’s who Justin wants to see, go find him, Daphne, and get him in here.’

‘Are you sure?’ Debbie still doesn’t look convinced.

‘Yes.’ Her voice sounds strong. ‘Justin loves him, Debbie; that’s good enough for me.’

Daphne has already left the room; she comes back, a few minutes later, with Brian in tow. He stops at the door to the room - I can see him out of the corner of my eye. ‘Come in, Brian. Justin has been asking for you.’ My mom smiles and kisses me on the cheek, then starts walking toward the door.

Brian walks slowly into the room as my mom leads Debbie and Daphne out. He stands beside the bed, looking down at me. His clothes are blood-stained and wrinkled, his hair is tousled and he needs a shave. I’ve never seen him looking more desirable. ‘Justin, you look like shit.’ He smiles and I think I’m smiling as well. He looks down at his clothes. ‘Okay, I admit it - *I* look like shit too.’

He sits down beside me on the bed and holds my hands in his. He looks like he’s going to cry again. I silently beg him not to. I don’t think I can deal with seeing Brian cry. I open my mouth to try to say something and he puts a finger on my lips. ‘Ssshhh, don’t try to talk. There’ll be plenty of time for talking, later.’

He doesn’t say anything else for a few minutes - he just sits there beside me, holding my hands and looking at me. That’s okay - words don’t seem very important right now.

I hear a noise and see a man in white walk into the room. ‘I’m sorry, sir, but Mr. Taylor’s presence is requested in the CT lab.’

Brian nods. ‘Can you give us one minute?’ The man in white retreats and Brian looks back down at me. ‘Listen, I’m going to go home and get a quick shower while you’re out touring the hospital.’ I want to say no, that I don’t want him to leave, but I can’t. He must be able to tell that I’m upset, though, because he caresses my cheek. ‘It’s okay, Justin. I’ll be back soon, and I’ll stay as long as you want me to.’ He kisses me lightly. When he pulls back, there’s a strange look on his face. He almost looks confused; I’ve never seen Brian look like that before, even when he was high. ‘There’s still a lot of shit we need to talk about, but it can wait until you’re feeling better. I’m not sure I’m ready to face everything I need to face, about us, yet. You’re going to have to be patient with me. Do you think you can do that?’ I think I nod. Leaning forward, he presses his mouth lightly against mine again. The kiss lasts long enough for me to open my mouth and push my tongue past his lips. Brian is laughing as breaks the kiss and stands up. ‘You horny little bastard! You just woke up from a coma and you’re Frenching me in the hospital!? By tonight, you’ll be expecting me to blow you!’ He sounds like he’s scolding me, but there’s a beautiful smile on his face. ‘I’ll see you soon.’

Brian walks out and the man in white comes back in. He starts pushing my bed out the door and down the hall. As I try to lie still for the CT scan, I think back on the most eventful year of my life. I feel like I’ve been on a roller coaster since Brian and I met; in the past twenty-four hours, we climbed all the way to the top of Space Mountain, only to plunge all the way to the bottom, and it looks like we’re still together. Friday was the first day of our life together. I can’t wait for tomorrow, and every day after that.

I wonder if I’ll ever take a chance on telling anyone about my strange visit with Eric, my ‘angel’. Maybe I’ll tell Daph - she’s the only one who might believe me. Then again, maybe some things are better left unsaid. I wonder if I’ll remember him after I get well. I hope I never forget what a huge favor he did for me by forcing me to make a decision to live. I know I’ll see him again, but I hope it’s not for a very, very long time. There’s too much to do here, important stuff, like graduating from college and becoming a famous artist and trying to make the world a better place. Okay, I know I can’t do much by myself, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try. I’m just beginning to realize that life is too special, and too precious, to waste a single day.

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Don’t be afraid

Close your eyes

Lay it all down

Don’t you cry

Can’t you see I’m going

Where I can see the sun rise

I’ve been talking to my angel

And he said that it’s alright

Talking To My Angel by Melissa Etheridge