Micah has been officially living with me for a week now. Technically they've been here for longer, but I guess now that they know I can see them, things have felt different. It feels like I now have an official roommate.

At home they mostly keep their angel form on with the halo and they make the wings disappear and appear depending on what they're doing. When we leave the house, they pretty much look the same, minus the angel parts. Living with Micah has been unreal to me. Despite their slightly proud behavior, they're pretty caring towards me. I can tell Micah wants me to be well and be at ease, though sometimes their words hint otherwise. I actually feel a little bad. They're doing everything to make me feel comfortable in my own house… I wish I could do more for them.

What I've noticed about them is that Micah looks pretty androgynous. They often wear feminine clothing or something that looks gender-neutral. I was worried I might've been addressing them wrong, but they ended up telling me how most angels were considered to be genderless, them included. And they told me I could refer to them how I wanted.

They're pretty fashionable, changing clothes every day they showed up at my house. But that was before they officially started living with me. Now they just wear what's mine but add their own 'twist' into it… I don't really want to complain because I find it cute… But I'm running out of clothes myself, which is making me want to cry a little.

We were eating in the living room, sitting next to each other on the floor. The wooden coffee table in front of us had some half eaten cup noodles and some cups filled with water, while the tv was playing some classic soap opera that Micah was invested in. The living room was pretty much connected to the kitchen, making it one big room. It wasn't the best, but for a student like me this was good enough.

Sitting here next to Micah and eating already made me happy enough. I wasn't getting any 'negative' thoughts and being besides Micah felt like we were on a small date, I loved that.

"…Right," Micah slowly turned their head away from the tv and looked at me with a confused face. Shit– did I say it out loud? I put a hand on my mouth. Micah, wearing one of my many dark hoodies, put down the chopsticks they were holding, the oversized sleeves touching the noodle soup a little.

Micah crossed their arms, leaning a little to the sofa. "A date…? I don't understand. I remember you telling me sometime that you… 'like' me," They said 'like' as if it were a foreign word. "but I still don't understand why. What were your thoughts behind those feelings you forwarded to me?" Their eyes are searching mine for answers.

I was supposed to give them an answer? I suddenly felt so nervous, this was my chance to maybe… convince them to go out with me…! "W-well I… I like everything about y-you. I like the way you speak, look at me, take care of me.. And even bother to listen to me w-when I talk about n-nonsense…"

They looked at me, eyes narrowed. "That's it?"

"U-uh.. What..?" Was that not enough… I wondered if I should say more. "O-on top of th–"

Micah put their hand up and shushed me. "…I don't think you 'like' me, nor you should," They take a sip of water before continuing. "Idolizing someone too much can be harmful. Considering my role and being, don't you think I might behave like that to every human I'm meant to guard?"

I tried to not show it, but those words hurt me so much. "But I-"

"Listen," They cut me off again. "I don't want you to get attached to an artificial relationship that you've built inside of your head. If love is what you're looking for, then you'll find it from other mortals."

"…A-are you saying that you're not alive?"

They sighed softly. "Yes and no. On the land that you stand on I don't exist, but on the other hand I do in the 'other world'." They start fixing their white bangs. "Normally, I shouldn't exist in your radar, yet due to circumstances, here I am. Don't take it personally, it's just how things are meant to be. Besides, I can't reciprocate your feelings."

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows, I tried to sound composed. "…You can't or w-won't?"

"I can't but I also wouldn't. Angels such as myself aren't capable of feeling romantic affection." They replied.

I didn't know how to react. I was just rejected in the harshest way ever. Even if they could feel love towards people… I wasn't even in their radar. I just nodded at their answer, but deep down I felt like my world was crumbling.

I wasn't hiding my disappointment, I at least hoped that since they could see me differently than humans.. That they would accept me… But no, I was nothing to them…

I was facing the floor but saw them crawling closer to me. They then cupped my cheeks and lifted my face up, Micah wiped something wet from my cheeks.

"Don't cry," Micah's voice was gentler than usual. Was I crying…? I honestly couldn't tell, I only had hiccups. "Even if I can't give you what you want, you'll find someone else within your reach,"

The more they talked, the more it hurt. My hiccups were getting louder. "N-no I won't…"

"Yes, you will," Micah's voice was still gentle but firmer. "Everyone will find their happiness in due time. I understand you feel lost right now, I'll be there to support you, okay?" Their hand reached to my head and gently rubbed my hair.

I broke down. Crying and sobbing on their shoulder. I couldn't stop myself. I wondered if they thought I was pathetic for crying to the person I confessed to..

For twenty years of my life I've been alone. Could I really find someone at this point…?