I hope you guys enjoy. This is an OC story. I tries my best to get the characters right, but it was kind of hard because the book doesn't really explain very well or get into detail. But I love the books anyways :D.

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HUSH, HUSH SERIES.

Enjoy and review :D

Love,

Lee

Somewhere in-between where the mountains meet lays a crystal clear calm river, flowing through, ever so gently. But there is a disturbance in this calm water. Here a boy of the age of seventeen named Patch, skips rocks across this beautiful river. With a swift flick of his wrist, he threw another flat surfaced rock across the top of what used to be calm water.

A slight breeze floats through the mountains fresh air. The wind softly plays with the edges of Patch's jaw length dark brown hair. This was frequently untidy. Slowly, Patch takes in a deep breath of the mountains clean refreshing air. He closed his black eyes while he reluctantly let out the mountains air out of his lungs. There he stood for what felt like hours. Daydreaming about what used to be his girlfriend, who recently passed away from a terrible illness that only happened eight months ago.

He could still imagine the way Nora was before she received her illness, her long curly auburn hair flowing down her back, while glistening in the summers' hot radiant sunlight. Her elegant smokey grey eyes were beaming with joy, as her and Patch ran down the beach, hand in hand. When they were finally out of breath, Patch laid down on the hot sand, gasping for air. Still holding onto Nora's hand, he pulled her on top of him. All she could do was smile and giggle as Patch just held her to his chest, never wanting to let her go.

Patch could feel his eyes sting as they started to produce tears. He felt a warm wet tear spill ever so lightly and roll of his cheek. He opened his eyes, unwillingly pulling himself out of a well loved and cherished memory. He brought his right hand up to his eyes and gently whipped away the old tears as on coming one's were beginning to form.

Slowly, Patch turned around towards the trail that led to where his car was parked. He climbed up the steep slopes without breaking a sweat. By the time he reached the parking lot, he thought of another memory. But this one wasn't as sweet and valued as the others. This memory brought great amounts of despair and anguish to Patch.

In this recollection, Patch and Nora were sitting on Nora's love seat, which was located in the middle of her living room. It was a Saturday evening and both of them decided to rent movies and relax. It was their sixth month together and they were celebrating. Nora's mom was out of town for business and wasn't expected back until Monday morning. There they sat and watched movies. But something was buzzing around in the back of Patch's mind. He was trying to figure out how he was going to start a conversation about what was on his mind. Patch was lost in thought when suddenly the lights were turned on and the television was off.
"Is there something wrong?" Nora asked after a moment of silence. There was another long, painful pause.
"Nora...I've heard around school, from your friends,Vee, even your mom, that you... that you have cancer...is that true?" Patch asked. It was silent for a few minutes. Then Nora looked away from him.
"Yes," she silently mumbled.

"Then why haven't you told me, Nora?" Patch whispered in bewilderment. Then Nora turned her head, so she was facing him again. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"Patch, you don't know how hard it is, trying to find the right words to tell you, especially when you're the person I'm afraid that I might hurt the most!" She looked deep into his eyes, only finding sorrow, pain, and understanding.

Unexpectedly, Patch wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him, just holding her close made him realize that they only had so much time together. Then they were both crying.
"How long do you have?" He finally asked. Patch really didn't want to know the answer, but yet he did at the same time.

"About a year and a half," she whispered. They sat like that for awhile, welcoming each others comfort.
"I love you, Nora, never ever forget that." Patch murmured. Then they kissed and with that kiss was a seal of a promise.

Patch slowly found himself back in reality. His grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. More tears started to spill. "Why? Why did you take her away from me?"

Patch yelled in his head. "Why did it have to be her? What have I deserved to earn such punishment?"
After Nora's passing, Patch always thought that he was the one to blame. He kept on thinking about the "what ifs" or the "should of, could of, would of"type of thing. He would always torture himself about it, he would also walk around, shoulders hunched over, like sorrow was piled up on them.

So if it reached to a point where he needed to think...he would go to the spot where they first met, which was the valley which that in it, brought up another memory.

But before Patch could even think of that memory, he found himself going head to head with another car. Before either one could swerve out of the way, they both collided. Patch's front was smashed inwards. The driver's side of his car was compressed inwards. Patch felt his left arm go numb within seconds. His head smashed into the steering wheel.

His eyesight started to dim, but before the darkness could pull him under, he saw a bright light. In that light, he saw a beautiful face that he swore that he would never see again, besides in his dreams.
Nora.

After seeing her angelic face, everything went black…

Once everything went black, it turned white. It was hard for Patch to see, it was so bright that it was painful. To him, it seemed like he was trapped in-between dimensions, where it's all white and it never ends.

Where am I? Patchthought to himself. With that thought, a burst of unusual colors magically appeared in front of him. Swiftly, he shielded his eyes from the brightness of the exceptional colors before him. Within those brilliant colors, he could identify a shadow amongst it.

"Nora…? Is that you?" Patch yelled out to her. He tried to walk to her, but he couldn't. To him, it felt like his feet were cemented to the white ground. He started to get frustrated as he couldn't move anywhere. Patch looked down at his feet, yanking as hard as he could, to loosen his feet from the tight grip of the ground.

"Patch…please stop fighting, you'll only become tired," said the voice of the shadow. The voice sounded familiar to him, like it was a part of him. Then realization hit. It was Nora's voice and the dark figure belonged to her.

Slowly, Patch stopped struggling as Nora came closer. Tears started to stream down his face.

"Please don't cry, love," Nora whispered. But Patch couldn't help it. The tears kept on coming, blurring his eyesight, making it really hard to see the angel that stood before him. Nora placed both of her transparent hands on his face as she tried to wipe away his tears, but not succeeding.

"Patch, please, you don't have very much time. You're gonna have to listen to me… please?" Nora begged. Patch looked up with his tear stained eyes. She couldn't help but feel anguish for causing him so much pain, even if she was an angel. Her want to hold him in her transparent arms was torture. All she wanted to do was hold him and comfort him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. But that would be a lie. If he made the decision that she was dreading to tell him, it would definitely not be okay.

"Patch, you must listen to what I have to say, as I said before, you don't have very much time," Nora said urgently. He looked up at her, wondering what she meant by "not very much time". Before Patch could question any of it, Nora continued. " You need to pick between life or death Patch. Right now you're in-between where the souls of other people go their separate ways. Some go to heaven, while the others don't quite make it or go to the unspeakable. The reason why you're here is because the great Lord himself has plans for you, like he does for every one else. But he's also giving you a choice…" Nora trailed off.

"Nora, what are the choices?" Even though everything was going to fast for Patch mind to comprehend, he understood everything. The car crash that happened, only felt like it happened only seconds ago, left him semi-dead, then his soul traveled to this mystical place, that he thought existed in books or movies, but he was now believing. He was also pretty sure about what the choices that he was going to have to make and how it would end.

Nora slowly backed away from Patch, dreading the distance between them.

"The choice is that you can stay here with me... or go back." Nora whispered.