I looked at the two. No difference. If I choose one, will I choose the right one? I had an idea.
Are you on the left, or the right? I thought, hoping Travis will answer.
I'm on the left.
No, I'm on the right!
Two voices, two Travis's.
I closed my eyes, fightinga scream.
I knew more about Travis than Tyler did....
But how did he know that Travis and I could think talk to each other? And how did he do it? Something weird is going on. But as I said, I knew more about Travis than Tyler did.
"Travis, Travis," I nodded to both of them, "what is your favorite color?"
"Green." The one on the left said.
"Dark purple." The one on the right said.
"Dark purple is correct." I said. Travis once said that his favorite color was the color of my eyes and natural highlights in my hair.
I longed to go back to that day.
"What is your natural angel talent?" I asked them.
"Healing." They said at the same time.
"Uh, correct. What is your worst fear?"
"Being separated from you." The one on the left said.
"Being separated from you, and losing you." The one on the right said.
"The one on the right is right. Last question: what is my middle name?" I never told anyone this but Travis, and it isn't on my records. So Tyler won't know.
"Becca." The left one said surely.
"Diamond." The right one said, coming over to me, holding me close to his chest. I felt his lips in my hair.
We heard a scream from behind, and we stopped instantly. Tyler ripped out of Travis's body, his costume, and let his demon wings out.
"I'll get you both someday." He flapped the large wings and flew away.
"Travis!" I hugged him, my arms around his neck.
"I'm here, and I won't leave you." He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me into him, and we took off to the school.