She was immobilized. The pain of her hand momentarily forgotten as her pounding heart contorted in pain stronger than any physical one. Emotions she’d done her best to block over the years flooding to the surface, fingers clenching together till she winced realizing she’d done so with her damaged and bruised hand. He didn’t move, he was staring right at her, and any doubt she’d had evaporated as the reality of the situation struck them. He was alive. Stan Uris was alive, in Cascade and inside her very club, the one they’d shared so memories together in.
It was rather ironic really the reversed Casablanca metaphor they found themselves in…and had it not been happening to her she might have laughed, as it where all Angelina wanted to do was cry. She didn’t, instead shaking limbs were gathered and good hand used to push herself up as with a deep breath she called out. ”Wait!” She didn’t know why that was the word she choose, but her mind was working enough to realize he was at the door and possibly out the door never to be seen again. She couldn’t allow that, not only for herself, but for their daughter…gods what would Desiree think? ”Don’t go.” Words whispered, unable to be heard by the man they were meant for but surely reaching the friend and most likely confused bouncer.
At that very second it began to pour, lightning crashed across the sky and seconds later thunder rocked the club. Lights flickered momentarily then steadied as Angelina took the few remaining steps towards the middle of the bar, the remaining steps to the door leading to the back alley, and finally stopping nearly breathless next to Craig and staring up at the man she’d for nearly four wonderful years called her husband. ”Stan?”
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Angelina Uris
An Angel In Waiting
Club Alien Owner
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Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon,
cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone.
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