♥♥ Lee Jinki .:. Kim Jonghyun .:. Kim Kibum .:. Choi Minho .:. LEE TAEMIN .:. S H I N e e ♥♥

So I decided to make a sweet and feminine set for Hyuna. Even though the song is more bouncy and well, sexy (she popped her bubbles!), it's still my fav song of hers and it fits her personality well :) Just something I knocked up in an hour for fun.
Hyuna is my second female bias so... I LOVE YOU, BABYGIRL!! <3

So this was a set I did YONKS ago. Seriously yonks, like two years ago. But I did it for another celebrity... So I decided to whack Taemin there, of course rofl
I can barely find real KPOP songs in the Music section, INCLUDING LUCIFER OMG HOW DO THEY NOT HAVE LUCIFER SDGFSDHFKGJSDFHKG
... But I'm a Blackjack too so I'm cool haha
So just more random sets cause I'm bored.

All about K-Pop, Korea, and generally SHINee ;)

WELL HELLO EVERYONE!! :D It's been such a long time since I've signed on.
 
Many things were happening over the last year or so. A lot of crazy stuff, schoolwork and volunteering increased, I got super into KPOP and am a hardcore Kpopper forever and always, I turned 16, and well... Yeah lol
 
I'm not sure if I'm going to be a hardcore Polyvorer. Maybe once or twice a month, or if I need to make sets for my roleplay characters. Expect a LOT of Korean influence to take over my page now :D
 
Anyway, I MISSED ALL MY CLOSE FRIENDS!! Especially Marghe :D
 
TTYL for now~!
Hwaiting <3
 
PS - who the HELL added only Japanese versions of SHINee songs? o.O

The sound of a bountiful supply of hooves could be heard from miles away, as the long line of horse drawn carriages travelled up the roads towards the residency of the Royal family.
Georgia was aching to leave the hot and cramped carriage, but she continued to occupy herself by staring out the window.
It also avoided any chance of her discussing matters with her mother, which would surely lead into a heated argument between George and Caroline.
"Georgia," Caroline interrupted her thoughts, which is exactly what the young princess didn't want. "Why don't you write in your journal? I brought it along in case you might get bored. Do you really want to stare out the window the whole journey? You could make yourself sick."
She pondered this decision for a few moments, looking from the quill and parchment, to her mother, to at the trees flashing past at a trotting speed. Georgia relented, taking the offering from her mother, and opening up to the first blank page she could find.
Of course, it didn't cross her thoughts how her mother had gotten hold of Georgia's personal, and very private, diary. She knew her mother would never sneak through her writings.
"Dear journal. Well, what can I say to begin this entry?" she began writing in her lovely calligraphy script, although the bouncing of the carriage made this very hard to do. "We are travelling down to the place where my relatives live. According to mother, George and his close-aged brothers will have a meeting with grandfather. I've heard rumours that he is slowly going insane, and yet no one is willing to fill me in. Maybe I can find out from my aunties?
Speaking of them, while the adults are off talking about boring things such as politics, I will be having some lovely communion with them in the gardens. It is such a lovely time now for having picnics, and playing the odd round of cards.
It has nearly been three years since my brother left to go off on his adventures. Of course now, no longer being "my age", he will be a man when he returns! Although mother says "if he returns". I get so incredibly annoyed at this, she's acting like Jack has already died at sea. I got a letter from him three months ago, as you know, so I can safely say that if the postal system was faster, I would be getting far more than normal.
I've heard my parents mention to each other, when they aren't trying to force their hands around the other ones neck, that soon I will be at the age where I have to start courting a possible suitor. I still stick by my promise that I won't find a man until Jack returns. They are both still very much annoyed at my decision.
But frankly, my dear journal, I couldn't imagine having a wedding without him there. So my father considers him the prodigal son, casting himself away from our family for "sin". How is seeking adventure in still such an unknown world considered sin? My brother was just born a free soul. I can't begrudge him that.
No matter how much I miss him so."
She paused in her writing, looking up at the faces of her parents. Jack mostly took after his father, although there were attributes of his mother in his face. He had been her best friend and confidant as well as her brother since they were children. How did she manage to cope without him?
By being a Princess, that's how. She didn't have any important duties to attend to, like politics, such as her mother. One day she would be like that, sitting with the men and discussing issues of the parties, even though she didn't have the right to vote.
However, Georgia's mind was definitely settled on certain areas of politics.
"Georgia dear," her mother interrupted her thoughts, gently tapping her dress. "We are here."
Smiling, Georgia waited for her father to exit the carriage, then her mother, and then herself.
Holding onto the servants hand as she stepped down, she tried not to trip. Princesses did not slip on the carriage steps, despite the heels on their shoes.
The towering palace stood before them, with guards all around the entrances, and above, keeping a watchful eye on the landscape.
The family proceeded through the large doors, and were greeted by George III's personal slaves. They took his sons coat, and tailed them into the grand hall.
"George!" a voice said, and Frederick stood before them, smiling broadly. Despite the fact he was he lived in his brothers shadow, the two were quite close and were not like bickering brothers.
George laughed heartily and shook hands with his brother. "Glad to see you again, Frederick. I trust you have been keeping well?"
"Yes, indeed. Apart from the fact I have been having a fun time with my life," - he shared a private smile with George - "I have been doing the obvious requirements for my military. You know the sorts." He turned to Caroline and gave her a smirk and bowed, kissing her hand. "It is an honour to be in your presence."
Caroline was not at all flattered by his manners, as she knew what her husband and brother-in-law were like with their lifestyles. She certainly wasn't happy with the way the two discussed women like a pack of commoners who spent their times at brothels. But despite her feelings, she forced a warm smile and curtsied slightly. "The pleasure is all mine, Frederick."
Georgia couldn't help but try and stifle a smile at this moment of greeting, as she could tell her mothers disdain just from her face. But when Uncle Frederick turned to her, she had to pull the same manoeuvre herself. "I can comment on my own behalf that it certainly is interesting being in the same room with you, Uncle," she said truthfully after he also kissed her hand.
Her mother tried to hide her cough (and her nearly cracking smile), as George gave her a deathly glare.
Frederick was clueless at the hidden remark, so he just smiled and thanked her for the compliment.
Once the two men had walked away, Georgia turned to her mother. The two started giggling behind their fans like a pair of teenagers.
 
*******
 
The adults went about their political duties (with the older women sitting around and discussing it along with them, despite not having the ability to vote), and the young teenagers did what they did best - sit around and gossip.
In the gardens of Windsor Castle, tables under shading had been mounted up by the slaves, and delicacies only worthy of a princess to eat were available for them to eat.
The girls sat on their chairs, lazily moving the bejewelled fans in front of their faces. The flies buzzed around them, but they were merely a small distraction. It was a lovely spring day.
"Well I heard that you had found a possible suitor, Sophia," Georgia commented, smiling wickedly. "What is he like? Is he handsome?"
Sophia blushed behind her fan and picked up her glass of wine, sipping it delicately, and then replacing it on the table. If it had been a proper meal inside the castle, she would've had to hand her glass to one of the slaves. "Very handsome indeed Georgia, but I must admit it is quite a nuisance the fact we have to meet in secret. I cannot understand why Mother and Father think that my sisters and I can't go finding husbands at our age. They certainly didn't stop our older siblings!"
"I cannot wait to get married," sighed Amelia dreamily, fluttering her fan very slowly indeed. "Father would stop talking about his little girl growing up, but I can also indulge in certain other pleasures as well."
The girls giggled at this remark, slyly eyeing her as they guessed what she was implying.
"Dear Amelia, please tell me you have not started thinking of sexual pleasure already?" Georgia teased, closing her fan and leaning in closer. She picked up a strawberry and dipped it in melted chocolate, sampling it with a look of ecstasy on her face.
"I am the same age as you, Georgia!" Amelia laughed and gently swatted at her niece. "I suppose you haven't thought of it, the innocent girl that you are."
Unlike princess etiquette, Georgia snorted and covered her mouth. Blushing, she avoided the eyes of the other girls. "I shall not admit to anything," Georgia giggled quite girlishly. "But to confess, I've had my eye on one of the Duke's sons."
This made all the other girls go "Ooh!" and start teasing her, so she waved them off and tried to change the subject.
"I haven't heard from my brother in awhile. Should I be worried about his welfare, or just concerned that he's off sneaking behind the crates with other girls?"
"My nephew certainly has a way with the girls," Mary commented dryly, fluttering her fan in annoyance and taking another sip of her wine. "I understand his need for adventure, and yes, I agree the world is full of wonder and beauty. Islands we haven't discovered, ones we just have... but why leave without permission from your parents?"
"If he thinks he'll be able to find Australia, he has his head in the clouds," Sophia smiled as she rolled her eyes. "It took that long to finally colonise it. Plus, who would want to go to a land with, you know, criminals?"
"I agree my brother did have some wild ideas with his travels, but he is still my brother and I love Jack," Georgia commented quietly, and Sophia caught herself.
"I'm sorry Georgia, what I said was completely out of line!"
"It's okay." Georgia smiled reassuringly at her aunt to show no harm had been done by her comment. "I am just afraid that while he has been sailing the seas, he's been finding girls, harlots even, and cavorting with them."
"Would he, though?" Amelia asked. "I understand he is at the age where he can find a woman to marry, but doesn't he remember the Royal Marriages Act? If he finds a woman of a-" she paused to cough -"questionable background, he still can't take her hand until he is over twenty five, and gives the Privy Council a twelve month notice. I can guarantee you Father would not let a successor to the throne marry a harlot when he is still under the law."
Georgia sighed, nodding to her aunts facts. "That is true, but that still doesn't mean it can stop him from frivolous activities. You have to admit, my father and some of your brothers are completely abhorrent when it comes to their, shall we put it politely, mistresses."
"Cheer up," Mary smiled and closed her fan. She sat up in her chair and looked towards the stables. "Our siblings will still be discussing politics by the time we get back. Anybody want to go for a ride?"
"Indeed!" Sophia exclaimed happily.
All the girls got up from their chairs, giggling like girls, and left their place of rest, where the slaves would clean up the remaining food.

Another Georgia set :D For an RPG I'm making on Proboards, it feels SO good to be back in the game.
Anyhoos, it's been a LONG LONG LONG time since I've been on Polyvore....sorry everybody for not favving back, I needed a break to sort a few things out :)
But hopefully I'll be making more 18th century sets soon XD

Born in the 20s, considered a nag,
Thought that in a race you would lag,
But you showed them and became a wonder,
With the speed of lightning and hooves of thunder,
You were loved by many, hated by some,
Turning into the legend you would become,
A body of power that helped win the race,
Your jockey keeping you in a steady pace,
Until that moment you gave it your all,
Winning at lengths of large and small,
When they treated you bad, you still had your friend,
Tommy Woodcock, your mate until the very end,
He loved you and cared, and you both loved to play,
Chasing each other until the end of the day,
He called you his pet, his special 'Bobby',
And he helped you to be young and free,
But he stayed with you even when you were slain,
Watching you slip away, his tears washing away the pain,
You were taken away from the earth,
Never again would someone do up your girth,
There Tommy sat cradling your head,
Crying over you until you were dead,
Murdered because you were such a good horse,
Blitzing and running on the Flemington course,
You were a horse and a lovely boy too,
Phar Lap - we will always love you.
 
© ~ ♥ H.ushed A.ngel ♥ ~

Sorry that I haven't been on a lot, guys! I promise when I have the time I will fav back :)
Just a little random art for my NaNoWriMo novel, for my two MC's, Heather Sanders (Anna Popplewell) and Jessica Whitfield (Leighton Meester) :)

Fave character -
Melanie Beeby (Emma Roberts);
Georgia Blackbird (Keira Knightley);
 
Fave roleplay group -
The Angel Academy
 
Name of 1 RP buddy -
F.allen [teh n00b nommer]
We've known each other for 6 years, met on this virtual game website and we are total soul sisters :) Her profile is here - http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=572471
 
Fave model to use -
Emma Roberts! Why? Because it means I'm using either Melanie Beeby or Melanie Ashworth ;)
 
Least fave model -
Miley Cyrus. She was far more prettier when she was young. Now she looks like Amanda Bynes with odd cheeks and too-puffy lips :P I reckon she's had a lot of plastic surgery.
 
Most memorable roleplay -
The Angel Academy; started on Proboards, came to Polyvore. The RPG that's based on the books by Annie Dalton, that I am seriously OBSESSED with!
The Wolf Hunt; Proboards rpg. Where I met my three closest friends. We had a lot of good memories there :(

"Hello, Sky Nolan, and what is the honour we must hold to be graced by your presence?" Shane slurred, putting down his bottle of Smirnoff's. Yes, he was drunk. No, he didn't care. This was a night that was made to celebrate, being the end of term. Every other school kid was getting rip roaring drunk, anyway.
 
"Honour? Per-lease, she gave up that right the day she walked to the Dark Side," Karmen quipped, biting into a cherry. "Hey, who wants to see me tie a knot in the stem?"
 
"Karmen, you whore!" Jax laughed, gently smacking her friend on the arm. There was no doubt that all of them were highly intoxicated. "We should dance. I've heard their gonna stick Dirrty on soon, and you know us girls, we can totally kick it, oh yeah!"
 
"The song that was released in 2001," Karmen whispered softly. "In November. She never got to hear it. She would've loved it."
 
"Oh stop talking about Mel in this simpering way. She's dead, Shay took her away from us. And he suffered the consequences," Sky said.
 
"Shay is at peace with it now, and you know it," Jax slammed down her own bottle, her eyes flashing at Sky. "Mel forgave him."
 
"She was never here!"
 
"YES. SHE. WAS," Jax yelled, Shane's hand instantly going on her arm to stop her from punching her ex best friend. "We all felt her. Even YOU did, you just denied it. You can't handle the fact that Mel is happy now, because that means we can all move on from her death and be happy ourselves. She's in Heaven, she's an angel for fuck's sake! She's HAPPY!"
 
"Don't bother with them Sky, they're not worth it," her boyfriend glared at them wrapping his muscular arm around her shoulders. He looked like the ultimate Eminem style gangster. He was a human who had been taken over by the Powers of Darkness - and had taken an angels friend with him.
 
"Shane, can we talk? You know, privately?" Sky interrupted the conversation, smiling at him sweetly in a very non-Sky like way.
 
"Fine, but if I collapse in the middle of the conversation, just sling my head over a dumpster," Shane laughed, hiccupping slightly at the end of a sentence.
 
"Just be careful," Karmen whispered in his ear as she gave him a hug. "Remember what Sky is like now."
 
The two drew apart, sharing a private, uplifting smile, and he was pulled away from his friends.
 

 
****
 

 
They were in a dark back alley, in the middle of the pouring rain. Stray cats were picking through the garbage, and once in awhile the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance. It smelled of rotting food and animal.
 
"Sky, where are you taking me?" Shane complained, sitting down on a crate, as he rested his head in his hands."Okay, Shane, I'll get a few things straight," Sky said in a more darker tone. "One - I never liked you to begin with. Two - you piss me off good and proper. Three - you had NO right to kiss her on her head at her funeral. Four - the belief you and them hold that Mel is in Heaven is wrong. Wrong wrong WRONG."
 
"Sky, is everything alright?" Shane asked, his drunk mind being able to concentrate for a moment. "You sound pretty...off."
 
"Nothing is alright, Shane." Sky had this manic look in her eye, as if it wasn't her talking, but a demon who had possessed her. "You want to join Mel in this so called afterlife? Well let me help you out."
 
The click of a cocking gun made Shane stand up, fear in his eyes. Even through the alcohol, he knew what they were planning. "Sky, please don't do this-"
 
"I just have to point and fire, baby, it will be over soon," Sky's boyfriend grinned evilly, his hand as steady as a rock. It didn't take two guesses to know he had done this before, and he was very much okay about it.
 
"Say hi to Mel for me," Sky said sarcastically, tapping her boyfriend on the shoulder. "Do it, baby."
 
One fire. One sound. One bullet.
 
One moment of death.
 
Time seemed to slow down as he fell backwards, his back hitting the cold, wet bitumen. But it didn't feel as cold, in felt it fact warm. He realised that was his blood.
 
As the red liquid pooled out of his body, diluted by the rain, he saw Sky and her boyfriend grinning over him, watching the life drain out of his eyes.
 
A streak of lightning crashed above them, as if the demons and Dark Lord's of the Universe were mocking his death. They won. Mel's last, and only, boyfriend on Earth was dead.
 
The blackness surrounded him, and he took his final breath.
 

 
*****
 

 
She was walking along the sands of the Heavenly beach, humming her new favourite song. She had found the CD in the mall, and had found one particular tune so addictive.
 
"Would you be my bad boy, be my man, be my weekend lover, but don't be my friend," she sang, a smile on her face as she soaked in the suns rays.
 
Tomorrow was the beginning of a new term at the Angel Academy, just after summer holidays. She had gotten a brilliant tan, and she didn't mind showing it off. In her very small denim shorts, summery floral tank top that was showing a lot of cleavage, and multi-coloured flip flops, she wasn't turning only a few heads.
 
Giggling, she waved to a few boys who called out flattering names to her. They were playing beach volleyball, although it differed from the kind she saw on Earth. They were using their angelic wings to make it interesting - a few rounds in flight.
 
Her eyes scanned the shoreline, looking at all of those deliciously hunky guys. Okay, yeah, she was dating Mike. Well, was it really dating? He never made it official. So did that mean she was allowed to look at all the other perfect angelic specimens?
 
"Ugh, that's making my head spin," she murmured out aloud.
 
"Don't I know it, I only just got here and I don't understand what the fuck is going on," a panicky voice said from behind her. Turning around, she faced the guy who had talked to her.
 
/It can't be a voice inside his head murmured. She looked older than thirteen, but still had the same facial shape, same hair colour, same beautiful figure - in fact, she looked even more gorgeous than what she did back on earth. She was mature now, not a little tween, but a proper teenager. She even had this glow about her - as if she truly was an angel.
 
"Mel?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
 
"What? Sorry, I can't hear you over these waves," she giggled, moving closer.
 
"I'm sorry to bother you, but...is your name Melanie Beeby?" Shane asked, emotion catching in his voice.
 
Mel stopped. She looked real closely at his face. There was something so familiar about him. His cute nose and dark hair, deep brown eyes.
 
Moments of earth replayed in her brain. It WAS him, but older!
 
"Yeah, it is," she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. "Shane Wells, is...is that...?"
 
"I can't believe it's really you," his voice cracked, and with tearful smiles on both of their faces, they rushed forward, and embraced each other in one of the tightest hugs they could muster.
 
"Ohmigosh, I-I never thought you would be here! Oh wait, that sounded really wrong," Mel giggled, drawing back and wiping the tears off her lashes. "So, how was it?"
 
"How can you be so calm about it? Mel, I'm DEAD," Shane emphasised, his eyes as wide as saucers.
 
"Oh you poor thing, you're in shock. Um, Shane - I've been here for about four Heavenly years, I think by now death and Afterlife is pretty much second nature for me."
 
"Well, if you must know," Shane began, quite uncomfortably, "Sky's boyfriend shot me."
 
That made Mel do a double take. Silence reigned for a few moments, as she processed what he just said. Did he actually say that? "Erm...WHAT?!"
 
"Can we really not do this here? I arrived about ten minutes ago and I seriously feel ill," he whimpered. This wasn't like Shane, he was usually so daring. Sickness and injury was nothing to him. But currently his new body, which was fuelled with angelic powers, was having a hard time adjusting to his new surroundings.
 
He didn't need talk of death, he just needed a friend. And food.
 

 
*******
 

 
Mel grinned as Mo came out from the back rooms. "Hey, Mo! I think we're going to need a few of your world famous blueberry muffins, with possibly two very frothy chocolate milkshakes?"
 
"Someone's going for a treat today! Coming right up," he smiled, writing it down on a pad. He beckoned her closer to the bench with his finger, before dropping his voice to a whisper. "I assume it's 'medication' for that young boy over there?"
 
"Yeah. He's new here. Poor thing is having a hard time acclimatising to Heaven," she whispered back. Being only a new angel, he wouldn't have fully tapped into his powers yet, which means he wouldn't be able to mind read, unlike Mel. A few times she had managed to catch him thinking about her ass, which made her blush to the roots of her hair.
 
"Understood. It's on the house, by the way," Mo winked, before going to whip up the orders in the kitchen.
 
"So what is this place?" Shane asked, as Mel sat down across the table from him.
 
"Well, this entire strip is called the Ambrosia District. It's basically the hotspot here for 'delightful cuisine', as one of the guys at the Silver Lychee once said," Mel laughed, her eyes sparkling. For some reason, talking about Heaven made her happier. A few years ago, when she first arrived, being here was the worst thing ever. "But this restaurant is called Guru. It's more the 'in between lessons, getting a quick bite to eat to re-energise' kind of place."
 
"Lessons?" Shane interrupted, his head feeling like it was spinning. "You mean we learn here?"
 
"Um, Shaney, you are officially an angel trainee," Mel said, breaking her gaze from his, as she wriggled on her seat uncomfortably. "The Angel Academy is here to train you up to be a bona fide angel. Either a kick-ass warrior, or a healer, depending on your special powers. It sounds très hippie dippie, but you'll pretty much get it after awhile."
 
"Jax and Karms weren't lying when they said they got this feeling that such a place existed," Shane murmured, looking down at the table. The air around them seem to take on this sad vibe.
 
"How are they, anyway?" Mel asked, thanking Mo as he brought their food. Taking a sip from her chocolate milkshake, she reclined in her chair, feeling relaxed.
 
"They're great. In fact, the school is pretty great. Of course you still have the Park Hall kids" - Mel giggled - "but since that time when we put on that performance, everyone has just been feeling so much better. Shay is finally being accepted back into the school, despite what happened and all. In fact, out of all of our friends, the only one who is still fucked up is Sky."
 
"I know that you guys seriously doubted I was there, but Shaney, I was," Mel smiled sadly, taking a piece of her muffin and putting it in her mouth. For some reason, she didn't really feel that hungry. "I was, really, the one who helped you all get back on track. It was horrible to see Sky walk away, but I've come to that point of realising, it wasn't my fault. If my guardian angel mission worked with Jax and Karms, then it had to be her, not me."
 
"It was a school party, about a week before our final graduation. I don't know why she did it, whether she blamed ME or something, but she basically revealed she hated me. And her boyfriend shot me. And she loved it." Pausing, Shane took a long drink of his milkshake, feeling slightly refreshed as the cool liquid went down his throat. "Why did she go, Mel?"
 
Mel sighed, biting on her lip. "You couldn't see what I was seeing. But there was something...iffy about her. her aura had started to go really black, which is very scary. I think she just tapped into these evil vibes and they perverted her. I tried, I did, but her boyfriend wasn't exactly helping the situation either."
 
"I wonder if that red rose is still there..." Shane wondered, forgetting for just a moment that Mel was sitting across from him.
 
Giving him an odd look, she finished off her milkshake, wiping a napkin on her lips. "What?"
 
"Oh shit," he said, avoiding her gaze as he blushed. "At your funeral, they had you holding this bouquet of pink roses. When I got my chance, I slipped a red rose in with it."
 
"They had an open casket funeral for me?!" Mel squeaked, rolling her eyes. "That is très gross!"
 
"It wasn't, actually," Shane said softly, meeting her eyes. "Even in your death, you still looked absolutely beautiful."
 
Her heart felt like it had stopped, as her cheeks went pink again. Okay, this discussion was pretty weird, but the way he was saying it...it sounded like he still had feelings for her. Did he?
 
"So, what did I look like?" she asked cheekily.
 
Shane nearly coughed when he swallowed a bit of his muffin, but he managed to right himself without looking like an idiot. "Well, you were in this white strapless gown that kind of looked like a school prom, it wasn't very expensive but it still looked like this type of wedding dress. You had your hair down, it was kind of cascading onto your shoulders, and this sparkling tiara on your head. They had this flower arrangement of white lily's and roses at the other end of your coffin, and as I already said, you were holding a bouquet of pink roses. They put make up on your face so you didn't actually look dead, but more like sleeping."
 
"It sounds like it was a lovely funeral," Mel said softly, a sad tone to her voice. How she wish she could've been there. As her family was saying goodbye to her corpse, thinking Melanie Beeby had been snuffed out forever and vanished into nothing, the angel would be standing in the background, grieving her death along with them.
 
"It was. They played all of your favourite songs, too. And you were buried to one of those popular, heart wrenching, wail-and-throw-yourself-on-the-coffin songs," Shane chuckled at the last bit, swallowing hard. He was trying to hide his emotions.
 
"Please tell me it was The Rose, I always used to cry when that came on the radio," Mel smiled, twirling the straw around in circles in her glass.
 
"It was," Shane said simply, the conversation fading off. Sighing, the two sat in silence, contemplating the conversation that had just taken place.
 

 
*******
 

 
It was sunset, and the two were still walking along the beach, chatting about everything they could think of. Being separated for four years, they had a lot of catching up to do.
 
"I never thought about you in Heaven, to be honest, until that year we all felt you. I thought you had just gone, into this place of..."
 
"Zip?" Mel suggested, the two giggling. They had their shoes in one hand, and Shane had his other wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. Their steps seemed to be in synch.
 
"Well, yeah. I mean, nobody really thinks about the afterlife, do they? Whether you go to Heaven, or Hell, or sit somewhere in between, waiting to be let into either gates..."
 
"Hey," Mel interrupted, stopping and pulling him around so that he was facing her. "Let's forget about it, yeah? I mean, we are both here. Sure, we left our old lives behind, and it will be tough to adjust to, boy do I know that. But Shane - you're in Heaven. You have eternity in front of you."
 
"And I have you, as well," Shane smiled cheekily.
 
Mel blushed, giggling as she looked down at their feet, trying to hide her red cheeks. When she raised her head again, her eyes seemed to sparkling, like they were dancing to the beat of her emotions. What emotion was it, though? "Of course you have me. You always have," Mel whispered. It was if the last few years in Heaven were non-existent; a certain angel, to be specific.
 
Her hair was blowing softly in the sea breeze, as the two moved closer to each other, their bodies nearly touching.
 
"I-I think I want to kiss you," he murmured, moving a piece of her hair away from her eyes.
 
She linked one hand with his, staring up into his eyes, her breath catching. "I think I want to kiss you back."
 
Slowly, as if in a movie, they closed their eyes and moved together, their lips touching in a magical moment.
 
Tingly feelings flowed through Shane and Mel's body, their whole angelic soul feeling more alive than ever before. It had been such a long time since they kissed - in fact, the last day they did was on her thirteenth birthday, the day before she had died.
 
He coaxed her mouth open, and she didn't resist. They were properly French kissing, his other hand going around her waist, pulling her closer.
 
It felt like years before they finally broke off, drawing away from their passionate embrace, gazing into each other's eyes.
 
"Oh Mel," he whispered breathlessly, his heart pounding. "I've waited so long for that."
 
She felt as if she was melting on the beach, her legs turning to jelly. "So have I, Shane. I've missed you so much."
 
And with smiles on their faces, they sat down next to each other, watching the golden heavens turn to a celestial blue, twinkling stars appearing in the sky.