My Angel
I enjoyed looking down upon the earth I walked long ago. It helped me remember what my life had been, what it could have been. Most of all, it made me feel almost whole. But I knew that wishing could never get me back down there, to the world I was born on,
My days were spent watching people who never suspected that that they were watched. I saw myself – my former self, in everyone. Everyone, but her. She was a beautiful brown haired girl with big eyes and an innocent face. I could tell by watching her, that she was not only beautiful on the outside, but had a kind soul, and was a caring person. She never put herself before other, but never realized that, and I loved her for that.
I called her my angel, because she was what humans thought angels would look and acts like. She had friends who loved her, and a family who depended on her. She was smart, and witty, and funny – but always kind and sensitive to other's feelings. I was concerned for her, because she hardly left anytime for herself.
