This time around, I'm at the pool, only my legs in the water, enjoying the sun rays. Summer is almost close to an end, so I'm trying to enjoy it as much as I can. I close my eyes, the heat nice on my skin, my legs cooled off by the pool's water.
I've been at my apartment for about a week and a half now, and though Tammy tries to come over almost every day, I tell her it's time for her to relax, and do some her time. She's been sending videos of herself going for walks, and enjoying the sun, and now when I see her smile, it doesn't look forced , or filled with anxiety.
Since I injured myself, the angels fear me. They try to avoid me as much as possible, and their fear goes to the humans they're assigned to. They part from me as if I have a means to hurt them, and even after all the research I've done, I've come up with zero results as to why they would be scared of me.
I've tried to accept it, but I'm always reminded of the fact, because I can see them every time I walk outside of my apartment.
Since I had the choice to work from home, which I took, I've mostly kept to my apartment, not wanting to leave to see their fearful faces.
I finally dive my whole body into the pool, the cold shock wearing off as I swim. I stay under for as long as I can, pushing my head out once my lungs start to beg for air.
Since it's Tuesday, not much of the residents are at the pool, so I have it all to myself.
I dive back under the water, swimming to the other side where my seat is at, my towel and sunglasses on there. Rising back up, I feel the chlorine sting my eyes, and I reach for my towel.
Something in me tells me to open my eyes, and as I do, a pair of red-black eyes stare at me, curious. He's so close to me, all I see are his eyes, his nose almost touching my own.
I let out a shriek, moving back, and the guy seems a bit startled at my reaction. He stands up-looking to be around six feet in height-and continues to stare.
Suddenly, I'm aware that I'm in a two piece red swimsuit, and I cross my arms, moving my wet hair to hide as much of my exposed skin as possible.
"What is your problem?" I cry out, glaring daggers at him. He looks behind him, then points at himself to make sure that I'm talking to him. "Yes, I'm talking to you, buddy!"
"You can see me?" he asks, and his voice is so deep, goosebumps prickle on my arms. I nod, a blush forming on my face as he gets closer to me, his foot entering into the pool.
Instead of diving straight into, he hovers over the water, his shoes dry. Horror fills me, and I waste no time jumping out of the pool, and snatching up my keyring from the small key holder.
The guy calls out to me, asking me to stop, but I ignore him, dashing up the stairs to my apartment. Once inside, I shiver from the a/c air that's billowing in the halls, my hands shaking from the sudden rush of adrenaline. When I'm finally able to get the door unlocked, I slam it behind me, locking it up, and placing the dead bolt on that I had installed, trying to control my breathing. I feel so seen, I close the blinds, making sure they're all locked, realizing that I'm still soaking wet and leaving a trail on the carpet. I sprint to the restroom, peeling off the wet suit, and leaving it on my sink, heading for the bathtub.
Five minutes later, I'm chin deep in soapy hot water, the bubbles so fluffed, you can only see my face. The heat of the water calms me, and I relax my body, the smell of sweet lavender and honey filling my nostrils. I keep replaying the incident at the pool over and over in my head, and I still can't make sense of it.
I left in a hurry, not really getting any of his features besides his eyes and height. But he didn't have wings, so he wasn't an angel.
Plus, he talked to me. Even before the angels started being afraid of me, they usually ignored me. He was something else. Something that wasn't human.
I decided to banish all thoughts of him, as I could feel my body wanting to tense up with stress. Finishing my bath, I rinsed off, scrubbing my body down with a towel.
Once done, I wrapped my hair up, wrapping a towel around me. It was starting to get late, and I debated if I wanted to cook dinner yet, or go to bed, since tomorrow I'd have to log in for work.
Stepping out, I headed towards the small area I called the dining area, trying to see if my cellphone was on there. Flicking on the lights, I frowned, wondering where else I could have placed it, when I heard the sound of clearing their throat.
I turned to see the same person that had been staring at me at the park, his tall self sitting in the center of my couch, eyes calm.
Stunned, and confused, I looked at the windows, and then my front door, realizing they were both still locked and closed as I left them.
Stumbling back, I bumped into the wall behind me, the force enough to unravel the towel that I had placed on me to cover myself up.
It dropped around me, in a pool of fuzzy purpleness, my naked body exposed for my surprised guest to see.
His eyes wandered up and down, and I coverd myself.
"Well, that's one way to make an impression."
"Get OUT!" I screamed, scrambling for my towel, and wrapping it tightly around my body. I could feel myself shaking in rage, my face flushed with embarassment. My visitor seemed unbothered, leaning forward as he stared at me, clearly bored. "Well, now you're boring." he said, and again I could feel the goosebumps spread on my arms, the deepness of his voice surprising me. Although I was fuming, I could now get a better look at the guy; he had inky black hair, that was messy, and fell in front of his red black eyes, skin brown with a strange gray hue. He wore a black button up with the sleeves rolled up, dark gray pants, and running shoes that were a mix of red and black. He clapsed his hands in front of himself, staring at me with a strange curiosity. I could feel the blush go from my face to my chest, my hand balled into a fist."How did you even get in here?" I demanded, seeing that the door was still closed and the windows unopened.The guy shrugged his shoulders, as if he was t
I was nearly fired. Waking up to the sound of my alarm, I was sure that yesterday was a dream. But as I got up to go to the restroom, I saw the plastic bags of the food that had been ordered, the sink filled with the dishes. So yes, everything that went on yesterday had been very much real. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, brushing the tangles in my hair as I slipped on a plain shirt, and grabbed my laptop. Logging in, I typed my employee I.D., and slid on my headset. The clinic didn't open until eight-thirty, but I still had to be there to handle the calls, and insurance queries. My focus just wasn't there though. It was on Loss, and his stupid remarks and his somewhat pretty eyes. I answered another call, trying not to lose my patience when a thirty something Karen called to complain about a vaccine that we hadn't gotten into the clinic just yet. She wanted to speak to someone, not me, not someone else. As we talked in circles, I could feel the l
My shift was over, and I clocked out, slamming my laptop shut. I could feel a headache forming, and I rubbed my temples, closing my eyes. A sweet scent hit my nostrils, and I opened my eyes to see Loss holding out a mug to me. "It's tea." he replied, as I took it in both hands. "Thank you." I replied, taking a sip of it. He watched me closely, eyes taking in all of my movements. A slight blush began to form, and I cleared my throat, setting my tea down on the table. "I have alot of questions Loss, and you seem to be the one with all of the answers." I said, as he took a seat in front of me. He was too close then, his hand on my thigh, staring at me calmly. He also did way too much eye contact, and I could feel another blush forming in embarassment. "What are you doing?" I asked instead, refusing to look away from his gaze. "Trying to peel back the glamour that makes you human, of course." he replied, placing a hand on my face. He tilted my head up, and stared directly into my eye
Loss seemed unconcerned as he shrugged his shoulders, walking up to me to ensure I was safe and secure. I shook him off, waiting for his answer and he sighed. "Look, I can project my form when I want to be seen or not. You just have the gift to see me all the time and the other angels." he replied, plopping down on my couch. Which reminded me... "What are you here for exactly?" I asked, staring him down. As per usual, Loss looked uninterested, messing with the cushions on my couch instead. I was getting tired of his little games, and the no answering bit. If he kept this up, I was going to smack him. Loss sighed when he realized that I wasn't going to budge from this question no matter what, and he sighed, sitting up. "I'm your Guardian, Josie, yes this is true. But I'm also on a mission to find someone, before the others do first." he replied, face serious, voice somber. The way he said others sent a chill down my spine and I tried to hide it, busying
When I had calmed down, I rinsed myself off, slipping into a robe, and scrubbing the water out of my hair. I heard a knock at the door, and then Loss opening it, as voices were exchanged, and then one leaving. As I stepped out of the restroom, I could see Loss fixing the table for the both of us to eat, the delicous smell of pizza hitting me. My stomach grumbled, and I walked to the chair, sitting across from him. He flashed a smile at me, and I timidly smiled back. "Are you okay?" he asked, placing his warm hand on mine. "Yes, I wanted to thank you for helping me." I replied, holding his hand. "I've come to realize that maybe I shouldn't leave you out of my sight after all. I mean, I;m not supposed to leave at all, but you were asking for alot of information I can't give at this time." he explained. I nodded, taking a slice of pepperoni pizza from the box, and eating it, the hot cheese burning my mouth. He smiled softly though, handing me a cup that looked l
I had alot of questions I wanted to ask him. Needed to because there was no way I was uprooting my life with no explaination. And I think he saw that look in my eyes, because he gave me the run down on what was going on with everything. There was a war brewing and it all started wiht a missing demoness princess. She had allied with the fallen angels, and even some halflings (the offspring of humans and angels) that were wanting revenge on the angels. "There's something corrupt going on over there in Heaven as well." Loss commented, and he disappeared before reappearing. "I got you some tickets, I think we should move south from here as they're going ot try to stay away from the more south regions." he said, as he began to pack up my items, materializing a suitcase from thin air. "Why are they attacking though?" I asked, feeling my eye twitch a bit. "They got tired of waiting and decided to take matter into their own hands." he replied, and honestly, I got their vi
My eyes flash open, and there's a pain in my chest that makes it difficult for me to breathe. Using muscle memory, I yank down the glove compartment, and search desperately for the blue inhaler I keep stored in there. Nothing but papers, and straws are in there, and I press the palm of my hand to my chest, trying to apply pressure so I can breathe better. Warm hands touch me, and I flinch, wheezing a bit. It's Loss, and last night's events crash down on me, and he looks confused and concerned. "Inhaler..." I gasp out, and his face changes as he places his warm hands on under my breasts. A rush of warmth heats up, and I flinch away in case it gets too hot. But it doesn't; it stays the same heat, and gradually, breathing becomes easier. When he see the lack of strain on my face, he removes his hands. "Are you okay?" he asks, tucking a strand of my hair away from my face. "Yeah sorry, I had a asthma attack. It started because of my nightmare..." I trailed off, th
Loss must have heard the noise I made, because he was inside the bathroom at once. When he saw me dazed, and looking at nothing, he dashed towards me, slowly pulling me away from the wall. I didn't realize the hot water had turned cold, but my teeth chattered, and Loss wrapped a giant fluffy towel around me, squeezing the water out of my hair. That little action made me realize that I was cold, and very much so; shivers went through my body, and I clung to the towel as I tried to re-heat myself. Loss sensing my sudden movements, took a deep breath, and then the whole bathroom was filled with warmth, and a strange smell of smoke. I felt myself relax, then sniffed my arm in case the smell of smoke was on me. It wasn't thankfully, and Loss reached around me to lift me up and carry me. I protested, trying to move from his grasp, but he shot me a look, and I relented, muttering curse words to myself. We made it back into my room, and I waited for him to place