The gates of Heaven imdiately opened, and Calhoun stepped inside to be followed by one of the gatekeepers, who had decided to follow him to ensure he wasn't here to cause any disruption.
Many of the nearby angels sensed the darkness that entered the realm of Heaven, and though the deal that the angel and the Devil made was known to them, they sensed sothing else in the air that didn't belong to the Devil.
Calhoun entered the garden, his dark red eyes looking at the other souls, who seed unfazed by his presence. Walking around the scented flowers, he finally caught sight of the woman, who stood in front of a canvas. She looked in a better condition than he had last seen her, and he could feel his heart thud against his chest. For a long ti, he had yearned to see her, and now that he was here, he stood there stunned.
"Mother?" Calhoun called Constance, and he realized she didn't have any mory from the living world.
He walked towards her and ca to stand to her side, for her to turn and et his gaze.
"Did you co here to enjoy the scenery?" asked Constance.
Calhoun had many things to talk about and ask her, but she didn't have any answers to them, and he didn't know what was painful right now. For her to forget about him, or if it was good that she didn't rember the burden she felt while still in the living world.
A puzzled expression ca to settle on her face. Calhoun looked at the canvas where she was painting the sky that must have already passed long ago, "I didn't know you were good at painting."
Constance smiled, "I didn't know that either. I guess we never know until we try," she said to him. "You seem a little sad, is everything alright?" she asked him.
"My na is Calhoun. I once knew you," Calhoun said to her without beating around the bush.
The smile that was on Constance's face lowered down, and she pursed her lips.
"Forgive if I did sothing wrong," she apologized.
He shook his head, "You don't need to apologize for anything. You don't mind if I call you mother, do you?" To Calhoun, Constance was that one person he had always respected, and she held the highest affection and love because she was that person who had protected him.
"I didn't know I had a handso son," whispered Constance, and Calhoun smiled. "I wish I could rember my mories so that I would be able to know and relate."
"It is fine. Maybe they are not worth rembering," replied Calhoun.
"Let's take a seat. The canvas should dry by then," proposed Constance, and they walked towards the bench before taking a seat there next to each other.
"So ti ago, a man nad Vladimir visited . Raphael said the man used to be my father and he talked in fragnts about my mories that were wonderful to listen to. It is our little secret here," explained Constance. "But Raphael has been busy and I haven't seen him around much."
Calhoun wondered if it was allowed for an archangel to recollect mories of a person when the mories had been erased. Raphael had always been helpful, and he was glad to know that she had people to keep her company.
"How is the living world? I hear the angels whispering about it," said Constance, turning her eyes to look at Calhoun.
"It is troubleso, but at the sa ti, it is peaceful now. Surrounded by people with love. My wife, Madeline and I have a baby boy now. We nad him Morven," Calhoun let her know.
"That is wonderful news. I am happy for you, Cal. I can call you Cal, right?" she asked for his permission.
Calhoun nodded his head, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
"That ans I am a grandmother now," Constance smiled. "I wish I could see him, he must be as handso as you. You know, I have very faint mories."
Hearing this, Calhoun's eyebrows furrowed. The souls that ca to Heaven never had any mories. "What do you an?" he asked her.
Constance looked around the place while making sure no one was listening, and she whispered, "Just so of them that are very blurry but sothing that makes think about. It happened when the man nad Vladimir was here."
Curious to know, he asked, "What do you see in them?"
She had a thoughtful look on her face as she stared at the clear sky, "I see toys in a room. Many of them, and the place is big. Like a castle with only a few people in there. I think I know why the na Morven sounds familiar now. I used to have a spider toy nad Morven. I nad it after this story that was told by soone in the castle. It was my favourite one."
'Strangely, the na reminds of spiders. I wonder why.' Calhoun rembered Vladimir's words.
Calhoun knew the story that his mother was speaking about. It was also the sa story she narrated to him when he was a small boy. Recollecting it, he said, "It was about the boy who lost his way through the woods and made friends with the animals."
Calhoun spent his ti talking to her, sharing happy things with her even though she didn't rember it, while she nodded her head at what he said while responding to his words.
When the twelve hours started to co to an end, both of them stood up, and Calhoun said, "It is ti for to leave."
Constance nodded her head with a gentle smile on her lips, "Will I see you again?"
"One can only hope," said Calhoun, and he stepped forward before putting his arms around her while placing his chin on her shoulder. He didn't know if he would be allowed to see her in the future, and seeing her right now was nothing less to a dream, where the ti to wake up was near.
And once he would be awake, he would only co to realize the painful truth that his mother didn't exist in the living world anymore.
Calhoun whispered, "I will miss you, mother."
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