Rosanna Capursi
If you were mine
Translator: Milena Alvarez
Publisher: Tektime
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©If you were mine
Year of publication: 2017
Original language: Spanish
Translation language:English
Author: Rosanna Capursi
Translator: Milena Alvarez
Original book publisher:Editorial Negro Sobre Blanco
Synopsis
Monica Valentini is a 24-year-old young woman, who has a terrible accident and becomes a ghost. While she`s in the middle of life and afterlife, an archangel gives her a pendant so that she can pretend to be mortal, with only one condition: she will have fulfill a mission; however, Monica does not accomplish it to the letter and ends up falling in love with Christopher, a 27-year-old young man who will make her feel as if she were still alive.
This is a work full of fiction, drama and romance.
When I was young, I used to imagine that I would die being an old lady with the love of my life next to me, a marriage with my children, the life that you believe is ideal and dream of, but… what if something in your life happens that makes you change the way you think, the way you believe existence is?
Though, I have to admit, when my life changed unexpectedly, a new one began, and made me see how is it that life and death are not so different from each other as I used to think.
Prologue
A day in October, 2015, when the cold of autumn was beginning to be felt, a 35-year-old man with blond hair and blue eyes, who just came out of prison for robbing several houses, was walking with no worries by the streets of Cologne, in Germany… It felt very so much peaceful.
Around 2 a.m., when the man was walking down a street which was apparently alone, a drunk driver hit him killing him instantly.
The man begins to see a red, blinding light; he covers his face with his left arm.
– Felix Meyer, I come to give you an assignment. – Says a deep voice from that light.
– Are you the devil? – Felix asked… he had other questions in mind, such as: ʺAm I dead?" ʺWhere am I?" He was making himself so many questions, but the first one, and apparently the least important, was the one that came out of his mouth.
– That is not important, Felix. I come to give you the assignment to find someone.
Felix crosses his arms waiting for the light to keep on talking and frowns. Now the brightness of the red light did not bother him anymore.
– Agreed? What’s its name?
– Oh, my dear friend, this person has not yet been 'created'; you'll have to wait at least for a year before beginning to look for her… Her name is Monica, Monica Valentini.
– And why do you want me to look for her? – asked Felix.
– That, my friend, is something I cannot tell you yet.
Felix took his hand over his face, laughed and moves his hands to his waist.
– And what happens if I refuse to do it?
– Well, you'll come along with me to hell where you'll spent the rest of your eternity suffering with all the assignments I'll command you to do.
Felix didn't doubt for long to choose his destiny. What would he prefer? Either do the job or go to hell?
– All right, I’ll do it, but only if you promise me that I'll live eternally on the Earth and I won't be in jail ever again. – He crossed his arms once again… having them like that gave him some sort of certainty and wanted to show him that he didn't fear that devil or demon…
– Agreed. I'll contact you in your dreams, meanwhile I'll give you a ring with a ruby stone that you'll use on your left hand, and you cannot take it away unless you want to disappear in front of the sight of any human being.
– Is there anything else that I have to know? – Felix asks looking at his left hand where the ring that demon spoke about was supposed to be.
– No, just that.
Felix saw a light that blinded him. When that light was already gone, it turned out that he was lying on his bed.
He was a year away from his mission, didn't know what was the hurry that demon had on that woman, but he would find out, and sooner than he expected.
Chapter 1
One year later
Monica Valentini, a 24-year-old girl with brown hair over her shoulders and camel eyes, graduated from Bari University in Foreign Languages and Literature, spoke several languages, i.e. Italian – her mother tongue -, English, Spanish, French, and German. She had two younger sisters: 20-year-old Fiorella whose brown hair was long to her waist and her eyes were as camel as Monica’s; and 15-year-old Elizabetta who had dark brown hair above her shoulders, and whose eyes were light brown.
Monica used to live with her parents in the town called Venosa which was at the south of Italy. She loved to go out with her sisters. One night, she was next to her friend, Natalia Napolitano, who was a blond girl whose hair was long to her waist and had blue eyes.
– Hey, Mon! Would you like to go to a party in Manschito? – asked Natalia while they walked down to a Venosa street feeling the heat of August.
– A party? It's only Friday… – said Monica while she introduced her hands into her pants pockets.
– Come on! You know that Italy this month is