Let me carry you over the threshold

She was never much of a wall flower, but she was wise enough to shun the lime-light. She was well loved, and if you asked her she would tell you how blessed she was. Even so, her past was tragic, it sometimes would make people wonder how she found the strength to go on, much less have a smile and open heart to any who asked.
It was soon to be her 18th birthday, just a month away. She was excited, this birthday would make up for the ones she had lost and spent crying, mourning for all those that left her. Yes, that day was November 10, only a month left. That day her hope came down, or at least what she perceived as hope. As she was walking, in a rush to get to class on time, a car hit her. When she awoke, she found herself in a hospital bed. She smiled internally and thought for a moment how funny it would be if she asked where she was, then she saw her "hope".
He was there, an angel, her angel. It was only an instant, a small glimpse, then he disappeared. A little girl came in and ran to the bed crying, trying to comfort the child the young lady reached for the girl, but she could not move. Her heart longed to aide the child and stop her tears, perhaps it was her love that brought him back. He spoke in a voice like a whisper, with the clarity of a dream, "I see your heart's longing to comfort this child, and all others who have shed tears on your behalf. If you go on you will live, but never will you leave this bed. There is a chance for a heart as yours, pure and true. A chance, you have, to move and comfort those with shattered hopes and dreams; but if you so choose upon the anniversary of your birth your heart will die."
She knew from the moment that she saw him, that she would die. "For every star in the sky, is a heart with unconditional love that has died. A heart of an angel, but their wings would be black, black as the sin of the world they came to share their endless love with. One of them, I am not, but I accept your deal. A month to give love, is more than a lifetime that shall only cause pain."
She spent her month, a miraculous recovery, doing more than showing her love, but also falling into it. He was there with her always, checking to see she kept to the contract, at first. Finally, it was the day before the anniversary of her birth, a few more moments and she would be gone. Then he spoke to her in a voice like a whisper, with the clarity of a dream, "Let me carry you over the threshold." With those words his wings turned grey, and slowly to black. "Let me carry you over the threshold, together we will become a star." He was her "hope", but he was also her "end", and her "beginning to forever".