Medicine & Memories
The white walls and the medical equipment were enough to make me go crazy. The constant beep became the soundtrack of my existence as I looked at Gwen’s face. Her features were serene and relaxed. She had been sleeping for hours without shifting which brought a level of relaxation to me I hadn’t seen in a while.
I thought back to when we had met at the bar of our eighth double-booked contract. The way she had killed the guy had been so stunning I couldn’t help but fall for her. Her grace and finesse were enough to make any man’s heart skip a beat. It wasn’t until after the massacre was over that I worked up the nerve to speak with her.
“Wait,” I said as she stepped over the bodies toward the door.
“I have other clients that need attention,” she snapped back. “What do you want?”
“What are you doing later?”
“I’m busy, why?”
“Perhaps you’ll take me out one day or do I need to make an appointment?” I asked as I pulled a cigarette from my pack and lit it.
She walked back slowly and bent right into my face. I don’t know that anyone has ever seen me the way she looked at me at that moment. She gently lifted her hand and took the cigarette out of mine.
“I’ll think about it.”
Her breathe smelled of warm cinnamon.
She straightened up and turned around, but not before I saw the smile spread across her face. I watched her walk to the door, paralyzed by the sight of the angel before me. She paused at the door and gave me one last glance before disappearing into the night. I had fallen in love.