Zamiel took her up on a tree to watch the ocean from above and far away. It shimmered, reflecting the starry night. It was a beautiful sight.
"Did my father allow you to take me out?" She asked, as they sat on a thick branch.
"I never asked for his permission." He said.
Heaven was surprised. Considering his personality, she thought he would ask.
"Heaven, I need this night with you. I have left my suffering, but it has not left me. I want to spend time with you so you can know the person I am, the person I have become, and decide if you still want to be with me. You still have the choice to walk away."
Heaven didn't want to push him, so she took the easy road.
"Just don't try to make me dislike you. If I still choose to be with you, will you choose me back then?"
"I have already chosen you." He said.
Heaven smiled. As long as he had chosen her she could show him she had no intentions of walking away.
Ever.
