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*~*1995*~*

Joey Fatone stood in front of his mirror, tears streaming down his face. "I can't believe Lydia broke up with me," he said. "I loved her..." She'd thought he was smothering her. But then other times, she said he flirted too much. It was so confusing.

He looked at the bottle of pills in his hand. He looked back in the mirror. Suddenly, he felt a light weight on his shoulder, like a hand, but when he looked, nothing was there. It felt warm. He shook his head and looked back at the pills, unscrewing the cap.

"Everything is so messed up," he said. "I should just end it." He looked back in the mirror. But instead of seeing just his face, he saw something else behind him. He dropped the cap of the pills in surprise. He turned around, but nothing was there. He looked back in the mirror. There was a young man behind him, with blonde hair and green eyes, dressed all in white. Joey could've sworn he saw wings behind him. But what shocked him was the look on the man's face. He could see a mixture of sadness and disappointment.

Joey looked back at the pills, then looked back up in the mirror. The man was shaking his head sadly now.

Now Joey understood. He didn't want him to take the pills. He looked back at them. Then he looked behind him. Nothing. He looked back in the mirror.

The man was looking at him again, a question in his green eyes. There was still sadness in his face though. "What am I thinking?" Joey said. "I must be going crazy...I don't want to die!" He saw some of the sadness leave the man's face. He bent over and picked up the cap, sneaking a look behind him. Still nothing. Straightening, he slowly twisted the cap back on. The young man's face broke out into a smile. Joey smiled back. He put the pills away and there was an even bigger smile on the man's face now.

"Thank you," he mouthed.

Joey looked at him in disbelief. "No, thank you!" The man grinned, then stepped forward. Joey looked behind him again. Was this a trick? There was still nothing there. The young man stepped forward again. He looked over his shoulder nervously.

"I won't hurt you," the young man mouthed, a small grin on his face.

And Joey believed him. "I know, he said.

The man grinned. "Do you?" he mouthed. Light danced in those green eyes. He stepped closer again, until he was right behind Joey. He put a hand on his shoulder, and Joey felt the weight and the warmth again. He looked at his shoulder, but didn't see a thing. He looked back at the mirror, and there it was. He looked back at the mirror in time to see the man's arms wrap around him in a hug. And he felt surrounded by warmth.

"Thank you," the man mouthed again.

Joey shook his head. "I should be thanking you." The man smiled.

"I have to go," he mouthed. But he reached out and placed something on the counter next to him. He looked back up in the mirror, still clutching whatever it was in his hand. "I'll see you around," he mouthed.

"Bye," said Joey, bewildered. Then he watched as the man faded away. Then Joey looked at the counter top. There next to the sink was a small, perfectly white feather. Then Joey understood. "My angel," he said in awe. "I just saw my angel."


	Inner Reflection \| home back to Sent From Above Prologue ~1995~ Joey Fatone stood in front of his mirror, tears streaming down his face. "I can't believe Lydia broke up with me," he said. "I loved her..." She'd thought he was smothering her. But then other times, she said he flirted too much. It was so confusing. He looked at the bottle of pills in his hand. He looked back in the mirror. Suddenly, he felt a light weight on his shoulder, like a hand, but when he looked, nothing was there. It felt warm. He shook his head and looked back at the pills, unscrewing the cap. "Everything is so messed up," he said. "I should just end it." He looked back in the mirror. But instead of seeing just his face, he saw something else behind him. He dropped the cap of the pills in surprise. He turned around, but nothing was there. He looked back in the mirror. There was a young man behind him, with blonde hair and green eyes, dressed all in white. Joey could've sworn he saw wings behind him. But what shocked him was the look on the man's face. He could see a mixture of sadness and disappointment. Joey looked back at the pills, then looked back up in the mirror. The man was shaking his head sadly now. Now Joey understood. He didn't want him to take the pills. He looked back at them. Then he looked behind him. Nothing. He looked back in the mirror. The man was looking at him again, a question in his green eyes. There was still sadness in his face though. "What am I thinking?" Joey said. "I must be going crazy...I don't want to die!" He saw some of the sadness leave the man's face. He bent over and picked up the cap, sneaking a look behind him. Still nothing. Straightening, he slowly twisted the cap back on. The young man's face broke out into a smile. Joey smiled back. He put the pills away and there was an even bigger smile on the man's face now. "Thank you," he mouthed. Joey looked at him in disbelief. "No, thank you!" The man grinned, then stepped forward. Joey looked behind him again. Was this a trick? There was still nothing there. The young man stepped forward again. He looked over his shoulder nervously. "I won't hurt you," the young man mouthed, a small grin on his face. And Joey believed him. "I know, he said. The man grinned. "Do you?" he mouthed. Light danced in those green eyes. He stepped closer again, until he was right behind Joey. He put a hand on his shoulder, and Joey felt the weight and the warmth again. He looked at his shoulder, but didn't see a thing. He looked back at the mirror, and there it was. He looked back at the mirror in time to see the man's arms wrap around him in a hug. And he felt surrounded by warmth. "Thank you," the man mouthed again. Joey shook his head. "I should be thanking you." The man smiled. "I have to go," he mouthed. But he reached out and placed something on the counter next to him. He looked back up in the mirror, still clutching whatever it was in his hand. "I'll see you around," he mouthed. "Bye," said Joey, bewildered. Then he watched as the man faded away. Then Joey looked at the counter top. There next to the sink was a small, perfectly white feather. Then Joey understood. "My angel," he said in awe. "I just saw my angel."