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Days passed by. They lived normally, even with the small changes because of the sudden engagement.
They had notified Jill of their sudden engagement, and also had a get together with Chris. It seemed that now all is at peace. Leon and Claire also notified the rest of the so-called "gang" of the former S.T.A.R.S. members. It brought laughter while talking over the phone with each of them, from Barry all the way to Rebecca, it was just memorable having a chance to talk.
Yet one thing didn't feel right...it was something that was unimaginable...
Guardian Angel
Chapter Five
His faint smile. A hand on Claire's shoulder. Claire felt a presence in the room, at her small office. Looking around, all she could see were sketches of drawings fluttering through the air.
"Oh no," Claire gasped, standing up and immediately picking up her sketches.
"Claire...."
The voice faded away. It surprised Claire, because she recognized the voice a bit. Shaking her head, something quickly came across her mind. An image of something, or someone familiar.
"It's me....Steve.."
"What? Who's there?" Claire stood up, placing the papers on her desk, then looking out into the hallway.
Coworkers were doing their daily routine, not taking any notice at Claire's behavior. Sitting back down on her chair, she sighed, thinking that it was wind blowing from the window. She picked up a pencil and had decided to sketch another one of her outfits.
Claire thought it was just her imagination, but there was actually someone watching her all along.
Leon had decided to go out for the day. Went around to shopping centers, yet only window shopping, not really buying anything. Once arriving home at around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, he immediately sat down on the couch, sighing afterwards.
"Window shopping can be a real pain in the ass," Leon thought to himself, laughing to himself afterwards.
Within a few minutes, Claire arrived and opened the door, "I'm home."
"Oh, hey," Leon stood up, and gave Claire a quick kiss on the lips, "How was work?"
"Fine. Wasn't as busy today, but it was fine," Claire replied in a rude manner.
"Something wrong?" said Leon, being concerned.
"No. Why?" Claire looked at Leon, after putting her coat away.
"Never mind," Leon simply replied.
"Okay Leon," said Claire, who then took her purse and went upstairs.
Leon quickly knew something was wrong. The distinct look on Claire's face, and the way she's responded. He didn't want to ask what was wrong, but Leon's first instinct knew that it was something about Steve. Maybe the memories of him are coming back. Love that doesn't even exist since the fact that Steve is dead.
After a few minutes, Leon made his way into the kitchen. Sitting down, all quiet, he looked outside the window. Leon loved Claire so much, but sometimes he doesn't quite understand her. She can be so secretive sometimes, sometimes Leon himself doesn't even know what Claire is going to do next, either from calling Chris, or also doing groceries, it's just all last-minute thinking.
Claire arrived back downstairs and made her way to the kitchen. Once arriving, she took a carton of orange juice out, pouring herself a glass. With Leon watching her very movement, it made Claire feel a bit unwelcome that day. Drinking, Claire looked at Leon.
Claire smiled. Leon smiled back. There was just silence between the two, and nothing more. It was the feeling of drifting apart, they weren't in the same position of being loving anymore. Leon's instinct is to not end his relationship with Claire, because Claire was the first real romance he ever had with a woman. Same goes for Claire. Claire had finally loved someone when Leon came back to her life after Antarctica, and from then on, it came to their present time.
It was close to midnight. The wind brushing against the window, making a slightly creaking sound. Leon was peacefully asleep. Claire was too. Soft sounds of movement downstairs were being made. From time to time, the noise started getting louder. To this, Claire woke up. Noticing Leon was still asleep, Claire slowly got up, not wanting to wake him up. Putting on her slippers, she quietly made her way downstairs.
Turning on the light, Claire looked around. No one was there.
"Hey," a man said.
"Huh?" Claire quickly turned around, and gasped.
Steve had finally made his appearance infront of Claire, but there was something different. He looked the same, except the fact that, he doesn't have life. There was only a little glow across Steve's clothes, giving some sort of confusion towards Claire.
"You're confused, is there anything I can do to help?" Steve asked.
"Let me just see if you're for real," replied Claire.
Claire tried to touch his face, but realized he is just only a memory, yet in an inhumanly form.
Steve was actually an angel. Was this believable? It was unknown to the fact that there really are angels, maybe each person has an angel of his or her own. A protector in spirit and in life.
** I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Yes, it was short, but I've been busy. The next one will come soon! **