A/N: here i am again... lalala, this one is pretty7 unique, i think... maybe a little rushed, i dunno, hope you like.

Guardian Angel

Sitting alone, staring at the sky, I didn’t realize how awful it was. Dreadful things keep happening to the best people and soon, it’ll be too much. Tears only cloud your vision, and let your brain feel an emotion so powerful you can’t help but wash away into a world only you can understand.

Things are staring to get out of hand, and all I can do is sit back at stare at this worthless sky! I kept my thoughts to myself while I lay back against the cold grass. “What’s the use of crying?” I asked myself, pulling my long red hair out of my face.

Above me, the stars weren’t out quite yet, but the moon was shining. Dimly lighting my back yard, I tried to shake my head of all the thoughts running through me, but it was hard. Every time I had a chance to think of something else, the thought of angels found a trap door.

Sun chips are really good, the sun is too hot, spicy food upsets my stomach, my stomach hurts, this grass is making my but soggy, soggy bread needs to die, death sucks… Things are too hard, and to keep inside. I can’t even sit back and watch, like others, I close my eyes and imagine something else, but all the others? They’re staring at me now. In the middle of a hundred people, I’m sticking out, getting pointed at, and there is no way I can overcome the fear that’s shaded me, the blood, all the death.

Rolling over, I groaned. “Why is this so hard?” the small strands of grass grazed my nose, causing me to sneeze.

“Bless you.”

“Oh thank you,” I patted the grass, my eyes closed. Reality hit hard once I realized I didn’t recognize the voice that had just spoke to me. Was the grass alive?

I shot up, my eyes darting back and forth, looking for the culprit. “Who’s there?” Nothing but air and grass was around me.

The moon had gotten brighter and the sky dimmer, even with a full moon, it was hard to tell if anyone else was there.

“Maybe I’m just tired,” I laughed at my paranoia.

“Or not.” The strange voice spoke again.

“Ahh,” I winced, not afraid, more…Concerned. “I’m hearing voices,” I cried covering my ears.

Chuckling echoed down the country road. No man was here, at least a man I couldn’t see. “Voices yes, but not the kind you’re thinking of,” he laughed.

I could feel warm tears of frustration starting to form in my eyes. I tried to wipe them away, knowing it was betraying my own words. …no use of crying, all it leads to is more pain. Hopelessness just confirming my theories… war, fighting, blood, death.

“Great… I’m going insane,” my nose sniffed in the night’s cool breeze as I stood up.

“Ha-ha, if that’s what you want to believe…” suddenly, the voice had a face. Standing in front of me, out of thin air, a tall man with dark silver hair and high cheekbones appeared. His nose rounded off his face, and his jaw line made his chin stick out father than most people’s.

His bright green eyes made it impossible for me to scream, so I stared, my mouth agape. My eyes continued to gawk at him, and he had to have noticed, as fast as my eyes went back and forth.

“Beautiful hazel eyes,” he bowed, in respect? Bowing wasn’t a proper hello in Ohio, a handshake, or hug, so it baffled me further. Looking closer I realized he was darker than most American’s, I assumed he was from somewhere in Asia.

“Eh-erm-you why thank…” I stuttered out, my eyes still gazing at him.

He laughed like before, and something inside of me snapped. The lump in my throat disappeared and I raised my hand. It met his face soon afterwards; a loud smack rippled the pond that was a few yards away.

“What the hell man?!”

“Eighteen years, and this is how you repay me, Devin?” the weird man asked me, rubbing his cheek.

Sobbing, I moaned louder, “Are you a stalker or something?!” By this time, I was afraid to make him upset, but it was a little too late. Taking in a deep sigh, I tried to calm myself, to quit the crying.

Shaking his head, answering my question, he took both of my hands in his. His touch was cold, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re very lucky…Devin. Eighteen years ago you were born and, I was assigned to be your guardian angel. Since-”

Outraged by the bogus claim, I took my hands back and walked away from him. “Angels aren’t real.” I said stubbornly, raising an eyebrow.

“God isn’t real… if he was…” I trailed off, shaking my head, getting rid of the reoccurring thoughts.

“Blah blah blah – no war, or death. I know what you’re thinking,” he rolled his eyes, waving his hand in a rude gesture. “But… you’re right about God… he isn’t real, because you don’t believe in him, he forgets about you, thus, not really existing in your world. Very complicated really…”

“Doesn’t sound complicated,” sarcasm dripped off my tongue. He noticed it and raised an eyebrow at me.

His question was sharp, ready for attack. “Then why am I, an ANGEL, looking after you?”

“Uh- because…um.”

Turning his back to me, he laughed again, the same laugh I heard early. A soft laugh, not sounding rude or offensive, soft, delicate, an angel singing, but somehow it was off centered. Like a little boy without his ball; the ‘angel-man’ seemed trapped in a world of pain with his laugh as the only escape.

Without realizing I said anything, I opened my mouth and spoke: “What’s wrong?”

He turned back around, “Everyone deserves to someone look after them, regardless of their beliefs or lack there of…” he answered his own question.

Nothing could be heard but the crickets chirping around the pond. Mosquitoes were beginning to bite at my bare arms, the itch came upon me, but I ignored it, he seemed too important, somehow.

“Keith, is my name,” he held his hand for me to shake, but I didn’t bother.

“What’s wrong?” I repeated.

Ignoring the question a second time, he said: “You only cry when an angel deserves to die…”

Die. The phrase kept running through my head until I finally snapped. “You’re going to die!”

“Crimes committed by an angel deserves death,” he whispered to no one in particular.

“Angels are pure of heart dude… how are they going to die? How do u kill an angel?” my mouth moved so fast and words came out too quick, it sounded like a jumbled mess.

“They’re stripped of their wings, or entrance to heaven, they can still fly… but they can never die, they must find a life, on Earth, and live forever. Until the day the earth implodes, I will be standing here, looking the same, feeling old, falling apart.”

Confused, I didn’t know how to answer. My eyes reverted down and I stared at my bare feet, watching the mosquitoes gather for a drink.

“What… what did you do?”

Keith smiled at me and shock his head, he wasn’t going to tell me?! “Devin, eighteen years,” he repeated again, “My first assignment and I broke the first rule two years ago, and the second two minutes ago.”

“Rules? That’s the definition of lame, Keith.” Hoarse, my voice cracked at the K in his name.

“I fell in love,” he stepped forward, grabbing my hands again, the touch becoming many degrees cooler. “With a human.” There the laugh was again, soft, fragile this time. Weakening.

“Fell in love?” I muttered to myself, his touch his cold in the breezy summer night. Lifting my head up, I stared in amazement at his pale skin. A halo was floating over his head, a dim halo, about to fall to pieces.

Taking my hands back, I stumbled back, tripping over myself, and falling on the ground. “Me? Why… why didn’t you just deny it, stay where you go, heaven or whatever?” the words jumbled together again.

Surprisingly, Keith didn’t give me a look of stupidity instead he smiled. “I couldn’t help myself, your dad died, and you cried, and cried… your mother became distant and you cried. You were left all alone, and you never knew I was there…”

“I did know you were there… I always knew someone was there… just, thought it was impossible, it had to be,” I felt the warm tears stain my face at the thought of my father, two years.

He nodded. As if reading my mind, he came and helped me off the ground. “Your father said he loved you… and he was so sorry that you had to be put through all that, and if he could re-due his sign-up, he would.”

“He broke a rule though, right? By telling you?”

His face flushed over a slight pink, “Kinda,” he laughed.

“Thank you.” Before I realized what I was doing, my head was at his shoulders and the angel was in my arms. His body was cold, but it didn’t faze me, it meant so much. He meant so much to me?

After a few minutes, he hugged me back. In silence, we stood there, my sobs stopping.

“Devin, I have to go,” he whispered brushing my hair with his hands.

Nodding, I didn’t let go, “Come back,” I said.

Feeling something unusual, I backed away so I could look at his face, “Whether you’re allowed to or not, what more can they do anyways?”

Opening his mouth, I thought he was going to disagree, but he didn’t. Keith said nothing; he just stood there, staring past me and at the pond.

“Good-bye Devin,” he kissed my cheek and slowly floated up. I felt alone once I realized he wasn’t coming back. I could still feel his body against mine.

Only cry when an angel deserves to die, because nothing is as important as saying good-bye to the one who’s known you longer than you’ve known yourself. War, hate, love, peace, nothing is ever going to stop, I thought to myself, staring up at the soft grey clouds hovering over the moon.

A year went by, from that night, and I still held Keith’s bright eyes, high cheekbones and silver hair in my mind. He was the one who reminded me what life was all about.

It was summer, one year ago, exactly; I was terrified of what might happen. Now, I’m staring up at the stars once more, no thoughts in my mind, only the stars, and the moon, how beautiful.

I know better now, I only cry when angels deserve to die. Why else is anything important, they are the ones who looked over me through the years. Brining me joy, comfort was all they needed to do to feel alive.

Committing a crime that led an angel to death means something more than war, fighting, it means something is truly wrong with the world. Any person that made that angel blind enough to execute that offense should be tortured and killed, leaving behind no tears.

“Closing my heart and opening my eyes, I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to understand what he meant that night.” Staring up at the moon, I watched, hoping to see a sign that no fallen angel could be punished.

Flying above me, I saw fireflies, nothing new. But, before I realized what was going on, I was swept off my feet, soaring through the clouds. The arms that had grabbed me were strong, caring, and gentle.

“Don’t close your heart just yet, Devin… not yet.” I knew right away it was Keith, taking me away from it all. Away from this world, ascending into eternity with nothing but the cloths on my back and my fallen angel, knowing wherever I was going, I would no longer cry.

A/N: ...-silence- well? what do you think? it's something new, and different... huh? well, you've read, now reveiw.