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~Timmy~

"You and Charity have a special connection…"

These words echo in my mind as I fall from heaven. I remember how hopeful I had felt that day when Anne (the Angel Girl) encouraged me to save Charity from the frozen spell. But my hopes have died slowly when I realised that this 'connection' was just that of the rescuer and the rescued. Because Charity's heart had stopped beating and she needed a transplant. So I gave her my heart with a final wish that she would live happily with those she loves to a ripe old age.

I couldn't feel the least bit jealous of Miguel because he had always stood by her side. The angels told me I've earned a human soul and welcomed me to heaven.

It did not seem too hard at first to try and let go of my special love for Charity. As an angel, I had to help people and I liked doing it. Meanwhile I also had to convince Tabitha to turn away from Evil. But that was near impossible since Evil had her soul captive for too long. My beloved captor soon passed away as I continued to pray for her in hope that she can join me here.

However I still couldn't forget Charity- sweet, beautiful Charity. She didn't know I saved her life. But I did, and that always made me smile whenever I thought of her. Nevertheless, I told myself that everything that had happened back there had happened; Charity could not have cared for me in the way that I would've liked anyway. To her, I was just the little boy next door.

…Then I find out that she was actually my soulmate- and all the while they had me thinking it was Miguel who was her soulmate! So my barricades start to collapse. Every single one of my thoughts involved Charity. I simply couldn't stop thinking about her. I began to fantasize yet again of what could have been- just like before…

…And Charity had thought of me too. Even though she had no idea I once lived right next door to her. We would sense each other in her dreams, where she would chase me with a fervor so intense it made me scared. But I couldn't let her see me…

They finally decided it couldn't go on.

"We know you have tried your best to stop it, but it's become too much for you," Senior Angel Anthony had said. "You'll have to go back to Earth, Timothy. As a mortal."

"…On the condition that if she does not love you in return within six months, you will irrevocably return to Heaven," added Margaret. "We hope you understand that."

I felt so ecstatic I could have sung the Hallelujah Chorus for all on heaven and Earth to hear! At last! Just to see her as much as I can, maybe even become her friend. But then there were problems. Would she believe me if I tell her we're soulmates? How can I compete with Miguel for her love? I don't want to make him upset as a result either. And if I mess up, I would never see her again!

I finally find my tongue.

"Th- thank you! Thank you so- so much! I…to see, Ch- Charity!" I gulped.

The senior angels smiled and nodded understandingly. They left for their duties one by one, until only the junior angels were left in the congregation. As soon as they thought I was out of earshot, they began murmuring amongst themselves.

"I don't think he's going to make it. Look at him! He looks like a toddler! Why would that girl fall for him?" I heard one of them snicker.

"Timmy has one of the best hearts I know," replied Anne solemnly. "I used to be his guardian angel, so I know that."

"We know that too, but come on! If I'm correct, 20 year- old mortal women do not go for young children, in that way!"

"Timmy may look like he's a five- year old, but he's not! He happens to be 23, as you well know. And who knows, he might undergo a transformation."

"We all regard Timmy with affection, but I think we'll see him back in six months. You just see if we don't. And that Miguel character is totally going to thrash our poor little Timmy."

"You can say what you want," said Anne irritatedly. "I'm convinced Timmy has all it takes to win Charity's love. In fact, I'm sure of it!" she reiterated happily.

Thank you, Anne. I whispered so only she could hear.

You're welcome, dear Timmy. And good luck.

I thanked her again, and prayed that she's right.

Charity will love me…

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N.B. Some swearing in this section…

~Kay~

I can't believe he said that! Miguel! Miguel called me a… but I don't want to say the words out loud. Even though I can't stop thinking about it; his words repeat themselves over and over in my head like a neverending song of hate. Thank god I couldn't see his face when he said what he said. His words cut me like the sharpest knife, but his poison glare- I would much rather be knocked down.

Miguel, my love, you can call me names, you can try to hurt me as much as you like, but do you think it will ever stop me from loving you? If you do, think again. You've tried to push me away as far as possible, but I stand exactly where I have stood when I first fell in love with you.

Quickly plucking nine petals off a red rose, I add them into a tiny melting pot I acquired from Tabitha, a week before her death. I set it carefully on a mini- stove. Of course, all this is done with him still haunting my mind…

Oh but it hurts! It hurt like hell when you literally spat those terrible words at me. When they come from someone who used to trust you, who used to appreciate your friendship; when they come from someone you love with your entire being, it scars you.

If I loved you less, Miguel, if you were just some passing fantasy, I would have called you a prick, a bastard. I would have retaliated, but true love doesn't allow that. You only hate me because you don't understand. And I'm doing this right now, so you can understand.

I stroke the entwined strands of hair as delicately as if it is a rare piece of fabric. My autumn brown and his almost black. They look so nice together. As I glance at the clock to see if I could add it into the pot, footsteps sound behind me. Measured, very familiar footsteps.

Miguel.

"Charity's asking you if you'd like to watch Days with…" he start to say stiffly, when he notices the pot and stops. "What the hell is that?"

I think up an explanation quickly and smile. "Nothing much, just a chemistry experiment."

"Chemistry experiment? Oh yeah, great one Kathleen! Can you explain to me, just what a chemistry experiment has to do with my… and your fucking hair?!" he splutters, snatching at the most vital ingredient of the spell. Please Miguel, now is definitely not the time for that! Give me two minutes and everything's going to be just…

"Fine!" he snaps. "Tell me what you're really up to, then!"

I remain silent. Oh god, there's been enough lies already. I don't want to lie to you, Miguel, but what other choice do I have?

"Witchcraft. It's one of your hell's tricks again. Isn't it? Isn't it!" he growls, grabbing my wrist in a painful wrench. "Do you seriously think your witchcraft crap is going to take me away from Charity and into your comforting arms? Oh you never learn, Kathleen, do you? You never learn."

With that, he flings my arm away from him and with his eyes fixed on mine; he throws our interlaced hair onto the floor. And stamps his foot on it once. Hard. Then without a warning, he hurls it out the window. The hairs for which I tediously searched around the house for seven weeks.

"There," he huffs, looking at me through narrowed brown eyes. "You'd tried it before and it hadn't worked. Hell only knows why you think it would work this time! Any hope of 'you and me', you've had, Kathleen, has always been and will be out the window, just like that."

As it try to hold tears back, I look behind me to find the crucible shaking furiously on the stove, froth running rapidly down its sides. Before I could stop it, it falls over; hot aromatic liquid pouring all over the desk and onto the floor. I force myself not to cry.

"What have I done to deserve all this, Miguel? I've never intentionally done anything to hurt you…"

"Don't you dare!" he hissed through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare pretend to be the victim here! You know very well what you've done and still are doing. Don't give me that shit, Kathleen!"

Just then, like the good angel she is, Charity sails into the room, an anxious look on her face. "Everything alright here, guys?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I was trying to help Kay with her chemistry experiment. It was too late though. The mixture bubbled right over. Too bad, Kay. You shouldn't even have bothered with the whole thing." He gives me a secret look. Full of venom.

"Oh. Sorry to hear about that, Kay! Want some help cleaning up?"

I shake my head and watch them leave together. I gaze at his retreating back. If only I could tell you how much my love for you resembles that overflowing pot, Miguel. It's not in my control. Despite you bitter cruelty to me, I can't help it. I can't help loving your soul…

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A/N: So what do u think? Does Timmy sound too holy? Maybe not for too long! And Miguel Must Die bwahaha!!! Only with your permission though. I hope u don't think this chapter's a Kay basher or something. Just want to get across that she really does love him. Even if he's being such a jerk. Now I'm thinking foxay, foxney OR Therox! Depending on which one is most preferred, I'll write the particular couple. Thanx oodles and oodles to foxayfan, chril1, Amy, Mahoganymiss and silverskies for their reviews of chap. 4. Really appreciate them. And plz. keep suggesting and commenting. Luv u all!

foxayfan: Foney and toxic! That's so funny lol! I still don't know which girl should end up with fox. But Foxay does sound like a great couple {ponders thoughtfully}. And I have to decide soon. Thanx 4 your review- u rule.

chril1: Hey! Yeah, I was originally thinking Foxney too, you know, so it could parallel Evian…it may still happen! Thanx 4 your review. Luv ya!

Amy: Therox is good coz they look cool together. And it's a good thing to torture Ethan the Idiot with. Still deciding though. Thanx 4 your review.

Mahoganymiss: I'm glad u liked it! Thanx heaps 4 your review! U'd better update Daniel soon this time! : ) 

silverskies: Another Foxney fan! Thanx 4 your review!

Next chapter: Includes Evian confrontation.