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Maybe the mountains will fall again PART 3

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And for eleven long years I have done nothing but watch.

and watch

and watch

And the things I've seen broke my little heart into thousand pieces.



I've seen this sweet earth-bound angel of mine grow up and I cried, for, with each passing day her innocence, little by little, was disappearing and I knew that that wasn't something one could ever get back

It hurt to watch her chasing the dreams that could never really be hers, to see her swallowing the dry tears that always refused to turn into water and not being able to do a thing about it.

It tore my heart to see her giving everything she had to those she considered her friends and rarely receiving anything in return, to watch her shouting soundlessly after each friend that had left her, begging them to stay, begging them to be, and always ending up hurt and alone as none of them ever heard her.

It was all gut -wrenching because I knew I could help her but wasn't allowed to.

All I could do was lay beside her at night and sing sweet little lullabies that she couldn't even hear but which somehow always seemed to chase the nightmares away.

But nights were always too short for Maria, and even though she always fought for happiness and peace of mind, the demons that attacked her during the day were too strong for her to defeat by herself and the saddest thing is she couldn't count on anyone. Her mother, even though she loved Maria with all her heart and soul, was always away trying to make the ends meet, and struggling not to break down herself. The few friends my little girl made were too busy trying to sort their own lives out to notice that the smile Maria wore around them was hiding some kind of great sadness, the one that wasn't allowing her to live for real….

And her guardian angel? Well, he was actually the one who Maria could count on the least.

But she survived and that itself was the most amazing thing I could say about those 11 years I'd spent with her.



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It was the eleventh year that brought changes. Four people entered her life turning it upside down within the seconds. As always Seth did nothing about it, he didn't help her, didn't take care of her. He left her to deal with everything alone – and she wasn't even 17 then, she was too young to handle that much pain and loss and…love.

In some twisted way the arrival, or rather re-arrival as they have always been there, of those people did good to Maria. It made her stronger , braver and more open to the others. It made her heart beat faster and happier enabling it to emit and receive more warmth then she ever thought possible. She started seeing again, noticing the little wonders that meant so much to her when she was 5 and which lost their worth during those past years…………..



But above all it made her hurt even more

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And so now I see that when the wind blows strong and the heavens weep she feels like the moon and stars above. Cold.

Lifeless.

Distant.

She always fails to notice that those little gold points above her head are twinkling just for her. Twinkling with life, warmth, and hope.

With love.

From me.

But she doesn't know I exist at all.

She no longer believes in angels……

And I think that's what hurts me the most, what I cannot forgive Seth for. He let her lose her faith in us, in God, in miracles, and most of all in herself. He let her close her eyes to the wonders of the world and never did a single thing to make her open them again. He never held her when she cried, never hugged her when she felt lonely. He never did anything he was supposed to do as her guardian angel. Truth to be told I don't think he knew her at all. He still doesn't.

I do.

I know her.

I know how special she is, how strong she feels everything, how much love she has inside of her and how much she needs someone to give this love to. I know what scares her the most and what makes her cry, what can bring smile to her face and what makes her laugh really hard. I've seen her dreams, I've seen her heart and I've seen her soul. I know her inside out and most of all, I love her.

I love her because deep down inside she's just like me.

Because just like me she's an angel.

And I swear I'll do all I can to save the angel in my Maria.

I swear.

In fact, I think I'm gonna do something about it right now



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A/N : So is it worth continuing