Max's fate

When Max woke up he felt an acute pain on his neck, as if he had been hit hard there just moments ago. 

He seemed to remember a vivid dream, one where he shared a passionate kiss with Archangel Hazriel in the balcony of this very room, however, he was sure that it was nothing more than a dream. 

The only problem was, his lips could still feel the moistness of her lips eventhough it was a dream and just like his neck which ached slightly, his lips also had a slow burning sensation which only occured after an intense bout of kissing someone. 

" Such a vivid dream… " Max murmured as he stirred and woke up, only to be stunned seeing archangel Hazriel standing in his room's balcony just like she was in his dream a few moments ago. 

Max touched his lips, then his neck, then looked around the room to see Asiva and Zippo still knocked out cold as he wondered if it was all really a dream or was it true?