Can you not do that again? (2)
You know that feeling when you jump from a height, and your heart seems to leap before dropping to your stomach? That's how Gael felt upon seeing Angela's text that morning. He never thought he'd feel exhilarated just from a text.
[ Angel: Hi. My battery died while sending you my reply this morning. Merry Christmas, Gael. I hope you had fun with your family last night. ]
[ Angel: Oh, and this is what I woke up to ]
An image loaded on his screen. It was Angela in her bed with Honey curled up into a ball in the crook of her neck. Honey's head rested on Angela's shoulder. It was the most adorable thing he'd seen all morning.
He tapped the screen to enlarge the photo, and he stared at it, a broad smile growing on his face.