"Kalista," said an echo.
It took never-ending seconds to finally open my eyes and come into the light. Tristan. He was kneeling close to my side, his face a few inches from mine. And in the middle of the haziness, something caught my eye. His eyes looked surreal, with streaks of silver, like beams of light over a gray ocean. The green haunting the depths an electric emerald.
"Oh no," I sighed, pushing up myself with my weak elbows. "I'm dead."
He chuckled, relieved. "No, you're not."
I stared at him, mystified. He had to be an angel...and those eyes. "Then why are you here?"
He didn't say anything and only kept staring at me.
I noticed an acute pain pulsing in the right side of my forehead. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and tasted blood. I realized my whole body was in pain, esp
