She called him her angel.
He was her light in the dark, her eyes when she couldn't see, the part of her that was missing for so long, her missing piece. He protected her, and she loved him more than anything.
She called him her angel.
He was hers. She was his. He was there for her, through thick and thin, and he always would be. She loved him with all her heart, and even if he broke it, she would still love him with all the little shattered pieces.
She called him her angel.
She wore a little angel-shaped necklace every day to remind her of him. She always fiddled with it, just so she could make sure it was still there, and she hadn't lost it. She was afraid that if she lost it, she'd lose him, too.
She called him her angel.
She never thought she'd mean it literally.