"You did very well for your first lesson." His complement brought a smile to her face. "Thank you." She was given hope and she wanted to give him the thanks he deserves. "Do not thank me for you already had this in you. I just have the pleasure of mining the ground to find the beauty underneath."

"But you still deserve a thanks." He wasn't familiar of the feeling of being needed by another person. "I insist I don't deserve it." She looked at him; smile faded away. She felt sorry for him.

How could her angel not accept such a kind gesture? Was he afraid that he would be forever burdened with a physical from? Or was he serving a eternal punishment? Questions similar to these raddled Christine's mind.

"I think you do." Those were very innocent words that were targeted at such a deformity. She laid a hand on his shoulder one again. She didn't think he was the same man who rummaged threw the fridge. She thought he was her Angel. Her companion.

"You not understand the weight of your words." He knew that she was oblivious to who he really was. "Angels deserve gratitude." Her words were daggers to his soul. "And monsters deserve hate."

She didn't know how to reply to such a heart wrenching statement. Was her angel lonely? "I'll comeback." She promised before she retraced her steps from earlier.

She found her Angel was as alone as she. They could thrive on each other's company for the week. A week of companionship more then Christine's Angel has ever been blessed to have.

She had a long day tomorrow was the day she started her courses which might change depending if she scores a spot in the vocal class.