Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever - Sex Stories

Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

... keeping me alive?” I asked with a shaky voice. “Yes. Your parents are doing everything they can to find a donor heart, but because of all the damage the cancer has done to your body and your history with depression and self-destructive behavior…” “There is very little chance of me actually getting an organ transplant, let alone a heart.” I groaned. I looked at the machine keeping me alive. To pull the plug was inevitable, and probably imminent. There was no way it could keep me alive for an extended period of time, I would either get a new heart or I would die. I looked to Angel and saw that her original fear was gone, and the look of sadness on her face was replaced with a smile. “Marcus, I’ve already offered to give you my heart for the transplant. We’re a complete match.” She said warmly. While under normal circumstances, this would be good news, I was completely horrified. “No. No, I cannot do that, I can’t take your heart! You are all that is keeping me alive! I cannot take your life just so that mine will be extinguished without you!” I tearfully murmured as I grasped her hand. Angel slowly pulled it from my grip and instead reached up and placed her delicate hand on my cheek, immediately calming me. “The last time we were here, you said that as long as my heart was beating, your heart would beat as well. That’s why I’ve asked them for instead of disposing of your damaged heart after the surgery, they implant it into my chest and allow it to start. They don’t expect ...

... me to survive, but they are willing to fulfill my wishes. Marcus, as long as my heart gives you life, your heart will give me life.” She said without any fear in her soul. “But what if it doesn’t work? What if you die? If I wake up and you aren’t with me, the first thing I’ll do is kill myself.” I asked desperately. Angel leaned forward and kissed me. “I won’t die, I promise you that. I was born out of a miracle, and so too shall I live through one. I told you that I would bring you a lifetime of happiness, and I have no intention of breaking that promise. Marcus do you trust me? Do you have faith in me?” She whispered. “Yes.” I replied with a raspy voice. “Then have faith in yourself. You’ve sworn your heart to me so many times since we met, and it has kept me alive all this time, just as it will keep me alive when you truly give it to me. No matter how damaged or wounded your heart is, I know that it won’t let me die, just as you never would. Have faith Marcus, not just in you or in me, but in us, and the future we promised each other.” She said tenderly. Angel and I were in the surgical room, both on beds. “Angel, no matter what happens, remember this: you are the one that took away my pain and I will love you forever.” I whispered, trying to hold back tears. “Tell me that after we walk out of this hospital together.” She replied. Respirators were both secured to our faces and we were both given drugs that put us into the realm of unconsciousness. The last thing I saw was ...