Great. Just great. I have a new assignment. I finally get settled down into a new job and BAM. Boss signs me off to someone else. It's a female this time; she's 14 lives in England (brilliant, more rain, ergh), hates the idea of smoking or drugs, already goes to church, my jobs half done! She's nothing in particular, long brown-ish hair, mud brown eyes, bit on the short side. Blah blah blah
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She is so in love with him. It's amazing, it's like she'd do anything to keep him happy, she's even letting him go out with her best friend! I'm serious, no fight, no bitchy behaviour, nothing! For instance the other day she was out with her youth group and they were in some field star-gazing, she was one side of him, Hayley (his girlfriend and her friend) was the other, he spent the whole time talking to Hayley, holding her hand, stroking her face he even lent her his jacket when it started to grow cold. And she just sat there, watching them. A single tear slid down her icy cheek, she made no complaint, did nothing to stop them. Weirdest thing was, even after all he put her through, she still got him a drink when he asked, gave him her hat when he felt the chill, her face lit up whenever he spoke to her. I just don't get how she does it. She must really love him, I'll never understand humans!
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I can't describe this feeling, when she looks at him something twists inside my stomach. I can't bare it. How could I have thought she was plain and ordinary? I look at her now and see beauty beyond belief, I see the wind in her silky chestnut locks, I see the depth to those mysterious, dark brown eyes of hers, her slender figure with that oh, so delicate frame, how did I miss that before? My mate Garry who guards over one her friends looked at me the other night, and he says
"Oh dear! You're in deep!"
"Huh? What do you mean?" I questioned
"You're in lurrrve dude!" no. That can't be it, can it? Can guardian angels fall for their human? No. Impossible. It would explain it though, the way I feel when she looks at someone else, how I've suddenly seen her in a new light. Whoa.
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She's so sweet when she's deep in thought, at the moment I'm lying next to her, gazing into her worried eyes. She doesn't even know I'm here. I shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong; I shouldn't have my arms wrapped around her watching her fall asleep in my arms. Thing is... I can't leave her.
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She's drawing again. It's another face, male again. She's drawn thin yet full lips, small nose, splash of freckles, dark black pupils with a thin rim of blue for his eyes and... It looks so familiar... it's me. She is drawing a portrait of me. ME? How? Why? It's a perfect likeness; she's even got the scar on my chin. She's given it a title: 'Dream Stealer' dreams? Does she dream about me? I'm in her dreams? Wait... what?
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Well here I am again, lying next to her. She looks so peaceful sleeping, snuggling next to me, clinging onto my jacket, she's just so... wait, holding my jacket? Pulling me closer? B...b...but I'm i...i...invisible to her? She's not supposed to hear, see or feel me. Well what the hell is this then? She's waking up, what should I do? She's just looking at me, like she's still half asleep or confused or... or I don't know!
"Are you... real? Am... Am I still dreaming?" she whispers, her sweet, soft breath caressing my face. I simply shook my head lightly, slightly bemused,
"I'm really here... I think" I replied. She gazed deeply into my eyes and sighed
"Finally" as she crushed her lips to mine. I try to stop, to say no, to do something, anything. But my mind lost control as my long for the forbidden took over, pulling herself from me she murmured "I knew you would come" I was far too distracted to reply. The last sane part of me cried out to stop, but was overwhelmed by the need to carry on. Besides I was past caring