Prompt: Guardian Angel

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I will never let you fall

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

My name is Karla. I am 5 years old. I have black hair and dark blue eyes. My best friend is a boy. His name is Paul. He is a great person. I love him. Not the same as mum and dad love each other, but I care for him a lot. That means I love him.

He's a funny sort of guy though. I couldn't tell you why, but he was fairly weak for how he looked. He was still stronger than me, but his body type gave off a vibe that he looked strong when he really wasn't.

And ever since I could walk, I could tell somehow that he would need a little extra help. Help that I couldn't give him. He needed someone to watch over him, protect him, guide him. If only I could help.

But-Ooh wait! Is that a Pokémon? I ran to get a closer look. It was a Pokémon! Oh no, don't go away. I can't see it anymore. I frowned, looking at the gate. The latch wasn't too high for me.

I flicked it and snuck out. I wouldn't be gone long. I just wanted to hold that Pokémon. It was so fuzzy and it was a dark blue and red. Maybe Paul would like it too. I would come back straight after.

No, no, no! Don't cross the road. Mama always told me it was dangerous. I bit my lip. There was no one around.

I took a step out. All good. A few more. Still nothing.

"Karla!" Paul? What was he doing? I heard the screech of tires and turned, gasping as I saw blue metal in front of my face.

"KARLA!" A scream. I'm not sure if it was from me or him. All I know was it hurt. All over. Really bad. I could only cry. I couldn't move. It hurt too much. I wailed as I felt someone lifting my body. Paul.

"You'll be ok," he muttered, "Please be ok."

"Paul," I whispered.

"What?" he asked.

"I love you," I said, closing my eyes. I needed to sleep.

What was happening? Where was I? I looked down and almost screamed. I wasn't in my body anymore. I was floating above, looking down as Paul sank to the ground, my battered body in him arms.

Oh wait. I could fly!

Ooh…But what about Paul? I floated down and tried to hug him.

"You're his guardian," someone whispered. Guardian? Guardian what? What was I supposed to do?

The years later, I found out. I was supposed to guide him, protect him, watch over him.

I watched as he grew up, older.

I protected him from dangers.

I guided him to do the right thing.

I don't know how. I could just somehow communicate things to him, but he'd think they were thoughts.

And most of the time, he listened to them.

Until she came along. Pretty, dark blue hair, dark blue eyes, happy, caring, kind Dawn. I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw him recoil away from her.

What was it?

Was it because she looked a lot like me? That had to be it.

But for the first time, Paul didn't listen to my guidance. He went off and acted all cold towards her. He tried to push her away.

But I could see the attraction between them.

"Paul," I said, one day when I was sick of it, "It's me. Karla. You remember right? I know you're still hurting, but just listen. Dawn can love you. She does love you. You need to open up and give her the chance to say those words before you lose her." His eyes went wide. His face drained of colour. His body started trembling. I was kinda scared.

Before I could say anything else, he'd run. Did I scare him? Was trying to talk to him too much?

I followed. Except I'd lost him.

By the time I found him, I was completely surprised.

He was holding hands with Dawn, both of them completely red.

"What made you decide to make a move?" I heard Dawn ask.

"You might say I have a guardian angel," he said. And he did something I hadn't seen him do for a long time. He smiled and looked up, directly to where I was, almost as if he could see me. I smiled back just in case.

I liked the sound of that. Paul's guardian angel.

A/N: Another sucky prompt. NOTE at the start, those four lines are from the song Guardian Angel By Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I do not own that song or the lyrics! So I did a little something different with this one. Sorry these's hardly any romance. I didn't fit. This time, I took on Paul's childhood friend's perspective (that's if you've read any f my other stories where he's mentioned it). But I felt like I rushed it because I really didn't like this prompt. And I didn't like the way it turned out, but I'm too lazy to change it and I probably wouldn't be able to come up with a better idea than that. So hey, maybe you guys like it. Review and tell me what you thought.