chapter 7

Mark Tenor/Kyle's father's pov *Gasp*

I looked down on my son from heaven as he sobbed into his sheets. I watched until he passed out from exsaustion. I don't know why I ended up in heaven, what I did to that boy, my own son, was awful. I know it's far too late to do anything now, but can't I give him some guidance? Even the tiniest hint that, I'm proud of him, and that he should be able to have( and express) his own feelings. I want to tell him he can love anyone he wants, even that boy he's been cursed to be with. "Mark? Are you okay?" I hear the soft voice of Angel, a beautiful girl who has a heart of gold and passed away two days after me. I wiped my eyes only now realizing I had been crying.

"Oh, yeah. I was just watching over my son." Angel nodded somberly. I had told her everything awful I had done to him, and how guilty I was. She had said she had done some pretty awful things too but never told what the things had been, only that it had to do with her little sister. She sighed. "I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but..." I raised an eyebrow as she struggled to speak. "Go on, I promise I won't tell, Angel." I coaxed. She grew a determined expression. "You can talk to him you know." My eyes widened, and I felt my heart warm. After you die your heart will glow different colors based on your emotions. I looked down to see my chest a baby blue color. Hope. "There is?" I asked trying to dim my heart. "You can go to him in his dreams. I spoke to god and asked them for a way to atone for my sins against my sister, and he said 'You can never undo the damage you have created on my world, but you can apologize and offer guidance for those whose forgiveness you seek.' and then he told me to see yourself in their dreams and you will be there. This only works once Mark, please make this time count." I nodded tears of joy were leaking from my eyes against my will and I closed them.