Hey,
This is my first fiction in english so be indulgent please ( I'm nothing but a frenchie after all :p ).
I have to warn you, dear readers, that I won't continue this story unless I have good returns so don't hesitate to leave a Review :)
This is kind of an introduction for you to judge if you want a sequel to this story :)
I don't remember when it happened. Maybe I have this gift since I was a little girl. Maybe I had it later. I don't really know... It seems to me like I always had it. Anyway since... let's say « a while », I can see guarding angels. They follow the specific person they have to watch over and never leave them.
Most people have an angels from the opposite sex but actually there's quite a lot who have same sex's ones. I believe the angels have the face of their protege's soulmate. It's quite heartbreaking to realise that some couples don't have matching angels...
About « heartbreaking », the angels have straight faces,they don't smile, nor cry. I don't think they « feel » actually... but, their wings are great to understand pepople's temper. The feathers are more or less darker if the person is sad and, in the contrary,if they're happy, the wings become golden and that's beautiful to see.
Some angels have scars and they appear to be the ones who died around the protege and who counted for him. Less beautiful to see...
I suppose you want to know if I have seen my angel yet. The answer is yes. She's beautiful. And yes, « she ». I don't mind actually... If you could see her, you would mind too. She is definetly my definition of an angel. She's tall with a very pale skin, curly ginger hair and light blue eyes. Freakles all over her cheeks and shoulders. Gosh she's beautiful...
Well, she's not my soulmate for nothing I believe. The first time I saw her was last year, before she was just whispering in my ear and when I tried to see her she was hidding. But one day, I was putting on some make up to go to my best friend's house and she appeared behind me saying that it made me look older than my fifteen years. I was truly happy to see her, finaly. I looked at her for ten long minutes, watching every single details of her face and body, trying to remember if I knew someone who looked like her but I could find anyone.
We became kind of « best friend », if I can say so... Since she's an angel and doesn't « feel » anything, our discussions can be odd. She doesn't understand a lot of things. All she knows is watch over me in fact...
Thank you for reading this short intro, hope you liked it :)