His Angel
Disclaimer: I don't own The Office, Harry Potter, or Star Trek
Dwight sat crying in his room. He had lost her. He had lost her, and it was his own damn fault. He knew how much she loved
those stupid cats, and he had to go and kill one. In all reality, the cat probably would have died on its own accord, but he
was taught to not let animals suffer like that, and so in a fit of mercy, he had drugged it and placed it in the freezer. How
was he suppose to know that sparkles, or sprinkles, or whatever the cats name was, would throw up the stupid pills. He
heard a creek in the floorboard, and didn't care who heard him. It was probably Mose again. He always tended to have
nightmares when there was company in the house. She used to comfort the boy in her own unique way, whenever she
stayed over at the house. Imagine his surprise when Jim knocked on the door. He quickly wiped his face of tears. Jim asked
about Mose and his nightmares, and he made up a lie about a storm. He couldn't tell Jim the truth about Mose's problem
with other people in the house. Then he might find out about her. Dwight stroked the little figurine that he had kept. It was
his only connection to her. Like the figurine, she was his angel, his savior. And now…she was just a co-worker. Jim had heard
him. He wasn't surprised. He hadn't been this upset since Dumbledore died at the end of the sixth book, or since Star Trek:
The Next Generation had ended. He couldn't show weakness in front of an inferior being like Jim. He just couldn't. What
would she say if she heard that he had shown such a weak emotion in front of Jim. She would never take him back then. It
was so hard to hold back the sadness that threatened to overcome him, and as soon as Jim had closed the door, he let the
tears fall again. It was bittersweet waking up and going to work. As he walked into the office, he let out a yawn. He had
failed to get any sleep again. All he could think about was her. He went to a desk and snuck a glance at the corner that held
the accountants hoping to see her beautiful blond hair, and her fashionable clothing, that left everything to his imagination,
not that he hadn't held that beautiful body of hers before. Jim and Pam, they had such a wonderful relationship. How he
loathed Jim in that one single moment! Why couldn't he have the girl of his dreams. Why did he have to suffer, when a
weakling like Jim got his girl. The aforementioned weakling asked a question about his wellbeing, and without even turning
he answered, "I am better than you have ever been, and ever will be." Saying it as if convincing himself, not that Jim would
ever notice. By saying this in a louder voice than he normally would have used, he hoped that she would hear him, and feel
guilty, but she seemed to be ignoring his existence. With a final sigh, he began his work, all the while thinking that one day,
he would claim her again, and together they would be man and wife. For she was his angel, and for her he survived to
please. His beloved, his Angela.
Please Review All forms of criticism welcomed