Freddie and I grew up together. We would always be together and we both enjoy each others company.
But the thing is, my feelings for Freddie grew more each and every day.
But of course, I'd never tell him that. I don't want our friendship to end just because of my selfish feelings.
One day, Freddie and I were supposed to hang out. Go to the park and stuff. After I got ready, I got out of the house. Freddie was outside, waiting for me.
Then I saw Freddie holding a little boy's hand.
"Who's that little boy?" I asked Freddie.
"What little boy?"
What did he mean? The boy was right next to him. Can't he see?
"That boy beside you!" I said while pointing to his side.
"What? There's nobody beside me. Sam, Are you ok?"
"W-what? Of course I'm ok! You're the one who isn't!"
"Hmm, hey, are you trying to mess with me?"
"Huh? No! C'mon don't tell me you don't see him."
"You know what? Maybe we shouldn't go to the park today. You just go rest in your house okay?" he told me.
And then he walked away. But this time, the boy who was next to Freddie disappeared. I couldn't see him anywhere. I tried looking… but he wasn't anywhere.
I got back inside the house.
After what happened, I got frustrated. Maybe he's the one who's messing with me… It can't be that I'm the only one seeing it. He looked so real!
"Wait… what if it wasn't real? What if it was a…ghost?" I said while going back to my room.
My eyes grew wide. Never in my life would I believe in ghost. Until now…?
"I'm not a ghost."
I saw the little boy yet again.
The only thing that I can do was scream.
"You're too loud!" he said.
"W-who are you? And w-why are you here?" I stuttered.
"Well, I just wanted to check. This is the first time that a human like you actually saw me."
At first, his voice was cheery and happy. But when he continued, his voice sounded icy. The room began feeling cold.
"So here's the thing, I'm here to tell you that Freddie is about to die. And I am here to guide him. I… am not a ghost. I am an angel."
Freddie is about to die? And this… this little boy is an angel? And I can see him?
You have got to be kidding me… Freddie is not going to die! And this kid isn't an angel! He's just a little kid!
(Morning)
I woke up.
Last night… it wasn't real right?
It was just a dream...
Every once in a while, I'd keep reminding myself that it was.
There was no way that I would ever see an angel… and there was no way that Freddie…
I sighed. 'It was just a dream. No, it was just a nightmare, Sam. Just let it go. It's a new day. Just forget it.'
As Freddie and I were walking to school, I kept checking if the 'angel' was with him.
Luckily, it wasn't. So I guess it was a dream. Silly me.
"So, Sam. You're alright now? No more hallucinations of a little boy right?" he said, his face full of concern.
"Yeah, I was just being paranoid. Let's just forget about it, ok?"
"Fine with me." He said while smiling.
But then, a woman with a child with wings passed before me.
"Freddie, can you see that little girl? The one with the wings, who's next to that woman."
Freddie looked at the direction I was looking.
"Huh? What child? All I can see I that wo-"
(CRASH!)
Before Freddie even finished his sentence, the woman who I was talking about was hit by a car.
I began remembered what the little boy told me.
I heard it again. His voice was inside my head.
'…I am here to guide him. I… am not a ghost. I am an angel.'
So, that girl earlier… was she an angel to? Trying to guide the woman?
So, if this was true… then… Freddie dying, was it also true?
I don't want to know