The gates of Heaven immediately opened, and Calhoun stepped inside to be followed by one of the gatekeepers, who had decided to follow him to ensure he wasn't here to cause any disruption.

Many of the nearby angels sensed the darkness that entered the realm of Heaven, and though the deal that the angel and the Devil made was known to them, they sensed something else in the air that didn't belong to the Devil.

Calhoun entered the garden, his dark red eyes looking at the other souls, who seemed unfazed by his presence. Walking around the scented flowers, he finally caught sight of the woman, who stood in front of a canvas. She looked in a better condition than he had last seen her, and he could feel his heart thud against his chest. For a long time, he had yearned to see her, and now that he was here, he stood there stunned.

"Mother?" Calhoun called Constance, and he realized she didn't have any memory from the living world.

He walked towards her and came to stand to her side, for her to turn and meet his gaze.

"Did you come here to enjoy the scenery?" asked Constance.

Calhoun had many things to talk about and ask her, but she didn't have any answers to them, and he didn't know what was painful right now. For her to forget about him, or if it was good that she didn't remember the burden she felt while still in the living world.

A puzzled expression came to settle on her face. Calhoun looked at the canvas where she was painting the sky that must have already passed long ago, "I didn't know you were good at painting."

Constance smiled, "I didn't know that either. I guess we never know until we try," she said to him. "You seem a little sad, is everything alright?" she asked him.

"My name is Calhoun. I once knew you," Calhoun said to her without beating around the bush.

The smile that was on Constance's face lowered down, and she pursed her lips.

"Forgive me if I did something wrong," she apologized.

He shook his head, "You don't need to apologize for anything. You don't mind if I call you mother, do you?" To Calhoun, Constance was that one person he had always respected, and she held the highest affection and love because she was that person who had protected him.

"I didn't know I had a handsome son," whispered Constance, and Calhoun smiled. "I wish I could remember my memories so that I would be able to know and relate."

"It is fine. Maybe they are not worth remembering," replied Calhoun.

"Let's take a seat. The canvas should dry by then," proposed Constance, and they walked towards the bench before taking a seat there next to each other.

"Some time ago, a man named Vladimir visited me. Raphael said the man used to be my father and he talked in fragments about my memories that were wonderful to listen to. It is our little secret here," explained Constance. "But Raphael has been busy and I haven't seen him around much."

Calhoun wondered if it was allowed for an archangel to recollect memories of a person when the memories had been erased. Raphael had always been helpful, and he was glad to know that she had people to keep her company.

"How is the living world? I hear the angels whispering about it," said Constance, turning her eyes to look at Calhoun.

"It is troublesome, but at the same time, it is peaceful now. Surrounded by people with love. My wife, Madeline and I have a baby boy now. We named him Morven," Calhoun let her know.

"That is wonderful news. I am happy for you, Cal. I can call you Cal, right?" she asked for his permission.

Calhoun nodded his head, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"That means I am a grandmother now," Constance smiled. "I wish I could see him, he must be as handsome as you. You know, I have very faint memories."

Hearing this, Calhoun's eyebrows furrowed. The souls that came to Heaven never had any memories. "What do you mean?" he asked her.

Constance looked around the place while making sure no one was listening, and she whispered, "Just some of them that are very blurry but something that makes me think about. It happened when the man named Vladimir was here."

Curious to know, he asked, "What do you see in them?"

She had a thoughtful look on her face as she stared at the clear sky, "I see toys in a room. Many of them, and the place is big. Like a castle with only a few people in there. I think I know why the name Morven sounds familiar now. I used to have a spider toy named Morven. I named it after this story that was told by someone in the castle. It was my favourite one."

'Strangely, the name reminds me of spiders. I wonder why.' Calhoun remembered Vladimir's words.

Calhoun knew the story that his mother was speaking about. It was also the same story she narrated to him when he was a small boy. Recollecting it, he said, "It was about the boy who lost his way through the woods and made friends with the animals."

Calhoun spent his time talking to her, sharing happy things with her even though she didn't remember it, while she nodded her head at what he said while responding to his words.

When the twelve hours started to come to an end, both of them stood up, and Calhoun said, "It is time for me to leave."

Constance nodded her head with a gentle smile on her lips, "Will I see you again?"

"One can only hope," said Calhoun, and he stepped forward before putting his arms around her while placing his chin on her shoulder. He didn't know if he would be allowed to see her in the future, and seeing her right now was nothing less to a dream, where the time to wake up was near.

And once he would be awake, he would only come to realize the painful truth that his mother didn't exist in the living world anymore.

Calhoun whispered, "I will miss you, mother."

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