Yooo what's up! It's me again! Heh.. Plz don't kill me but I'm rewriting this story to make it better! I reread all of my stories and I realized how much they need editing and rewritten and yikes! So enjoy the Prologue of My Guardian Angel! New chapter for Hooked coming soon!
The freezing waters surrounded the skin of a young girl who did not yet have the ability to swim. She had lost her breath, her lungs screaming for oxygen. Soon, she had gotten light headed, and fell prisoner to the icy waters of London, which was harbored by an unforgiving winter.
The freezing waters refused to reveal the past tears that have been shed, for the tears have joined the salty ocean, an ocean that seemed to be filled with millions of past tears who also fell prisoner to their icy eternal darkness. However, today, one less being would be lost to the freezing harbor.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around the sinking girl, her rescuer completely underwater their-self. Quick as a flash, he pulled her up to the surface, allowing water to escape her lungs. Her rescuer looked to his companion quickly, panicking ever so slightly, for he had no clue what to do! She wasn't waking up! His companion looked anxious as well. Her rescuer hovered above the harbor with the girl that was much smaller than him in his masculine arms, his brown eyes looking down to her face, wishing she would wake up. He did not like this feeling of panic, for he did not feel it all to much in his long life.
Soon after her rescuer had wished she would wake up, she began coughing up large amounts of water, her eyes opening to reveal sweet light blue eyes, the color of innocence. As soon as she coughed, her rescuer gave a large smile. She was okay!
As the small girl, (much smaller than he has ever seen before), continued to cough up more water, the hovering boy noticed something floating in the water. Still holding her bridal style in his strong arms, he descended, and picked up the soaked, but floating item from the icy water that had tried to claim another life. It was a stuffed plush crocodile! That must've been the small girl's toy, because the last time he had seen a toy similar to this one, was when he had met a little brother of his friend. He gently placed the toy in the girl's stomach, now holding her bridal style once again.