It's been well over a week since I started living here with Skyler, the human I am the guardian of. Before this, I was genuinely caught off guard when he first addressed me. I've heard old stories from other angels about some humans being able to see us, but they were so old and vague, no-one ever thought it to be real.

When I inquired God about this matter, me and the other Archangels present were all lost in what to do. In the end, I was tasked with continuing guarding Skyler but to be more involved since, for one, he would be able to spot me no matter how hidden I tried to be, and for another, it would maybe be wiser to give him hands-on guidance.

I honestly wasn't too thrilled about the changes in my job, after all how was I supposed to react to protecting a human who saw me and then told me they loved me? The others including God thought it was funny but a little concerning. The only thing they said to me at the end to not get 'too attached'. As if.

When I returned from the Heavens back to the living realm, I unexpectedly saw Skyler surrounded by a horde of demonic spirits. Using everything I had, I dispelled them, and quickly ran to aid him. As expected, the influence of the spirits shook his head. He couldn't understand what had happened no matter how obvious it was or how much it was explained.

What worried me more was the lack of self-awareness with Skyler. He is in strong denial that he is completely fine and on multiple occasions asked me why it was necessary that he'd have a guardian since he's 'mentally okay'.

Now that we've been 'living' together, I've been observing him on a closer scale. He has a very low self-esteem for one, and that's why it seems that he's unable to make connections with people. It also seems like Skyler has some issues with rejections, causing him to distance himself from people and not being able to lean to others for help..

My goal is to help him with those issues, at least to the point of not letting them cause more suicidal and negative thoughts. I'll try to help him integrate back into society while making comfortable in his own skin.

That being said… Looks like that's going to be harder than I thought. Being embraced tightly and begged by Skyler to accompany him to school wasn't on my card… I can feel my shoulder being held so tightly to the point they felt like falling off.

"Skyler…" I looked at him hoping that the disappointment on my face was visible. "You're going to be late."

I see a frown forming on his lips, his hands sliding from my shoulder to my arm. "Will you please come with me..?"

"Why? So I can sit in the middle of sweaty and horny young adults? No thank you," I sighed. "I think I've had enough of that." I said, maybe even too harshly. And I could see the result of my speech right on Skyler's face, looking devastated, maybe even more depressed. I cursed at myself.

"Ah, I meant…" I sigh softly. "That it would do good for you if you started going alone to get used to your surroundings…?" I corrected, or at least tried to.

Skyler averted his gaze. I couldn't tell if he was sad at my response or just angry, I couldn't care nonetheless.

"Okay.." He replied after a while. Skyler then got off of me, got up and picked up his backpack that was sadly sitting on the floor next to the couch. "I'll go then,"

"mhmn,"

He kept shooting me pitiful looks as he approached the exit and eventually left.

I honestly was at a loss. I hadn't expected Skyler to become this attached to me. After I had rejected him, I expected him to slowly come to terms with it and… Supposing he would lose any interest in me. Instead, somehow, he became more clingy, to the point that it's exhausting. I can't push him away nor throw him any harsh words, at least… not any more than I already do. But I really need him to detach himself from me.

I let out a long sigh as I took in Skyler's messy two-piece apartment. I was currently left alone in his living room, which was messy, but much cleaner than what it looked like originally. After I started picking up trash here and there, I noticed that Skyler also started to get motivated to clean. Nowadays, I barely have to lift a finger. I suppose that's a slight improvement. I picked up last night's leftover dinner plates from the small coffee table and took them to the kitchen… which was still connected to the living room, just a few steps away. Just for the sake of killing time, I decided to wash the dishes. I pull up the oversized sleeves of the hoodie I had borrowed from Skyler and begin washing the dishes.

"…." It was surprisingly quiet. Normally I longed for some silence once in a while, but today… Something Just felt amiss. Somehow, I felt like today would feel unusually long…

After being done with the dishes, I began looking through his house. Looking through cabinets and closets. I know my actions would be considered as nosy, but as his 'guardian' I believe I have the right to look around… Maybe?

I stopped in front of a white cabinet that was next to the entrance door. Skyler usually kept his keys and small trinkets on it. Though my eyes caught the attention of a photo frame next to his worn out calendar. The photo frame was facing downwards. I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. I could tell it had been like this for a while with all the dust on it. I gently grab it and turn it around to see the picture.

*Clink* I look at what fell from the photo frame-- a broken shard of glass. I looked back at the frame only to see the glass protecting the photo was completely cracked- it had missing pieces like the one shard that just fell. After really looking at the photo, it was of Skyler, younger, without his green coloured hair. Behind him were an older man and a woman, most likely his parents. For some reason, the photo made me feel… sad for him. From his expression on it, he looked uncomfortable and seemed to be leaning away from the man's hand on his shoulder.

I couldn't help but feel a little heavy on my heart. I put the photo frame back to where it was.

"…Not quite the same…" I muttered to myself. I then snapped my fingers and the photo frame went back to its original state, including the little piece of glass that fell out of it. I was just about to go back to the living room but my curiosity got the better of me. I stopped and went back to the calendar. I picked it up and began going through the different pages. I kept noticing one thing repeating on it- the 21st being circled in every month… only for the circled parts to have scribble on top of the dates. This kept going on for months back as I kept swiping through. I… didn't want to make assumptions, so I just put the calendar down. Instead of leaving it on November, I moved the page to December as it was already the 27th of November. Skyler deserved to start over from a clean page…

I finally left the hallway and found myself going to Skyler's room.

"Haa…" I sat down on his bed. I don't know why my heart felt so heavy… After all, I… have dealt with situations like this many times… right? So I shouldn't… feel so emotional… I…

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed softly. I laid down on the bed. Maybe I should think about this a little later…

"…"

"….."

***

The door rattled as something tried to unlock it. Then finally, it opened and quickly shut again.

"Micah…?" Skyler called out from the doorway as he slid his shoes off and set them down on the wooden floor neatly next to each other. I put down my keys onto the wooden cabinet.

"Hm…?" I looked at the calendar… It wasn't December yet… right? Or am I finally going crazy? I took out my phone to verify the date… and it was still November. I looked at it for a while then smiled softly. I could tell it was probably Micah going around my apartment. I normally didn't like when people went through my things, but strangely… I didn't mind them going through them.

I then walked into the living room and looked around. The coffee table was wiped, the sofa was clean… and the dishes were done. My frown deepened slightly. Micah was nowhere to be seen. I  quickly rushed to open the door of my french balcony and looked down. No-one was on the ground… and no-one was flying. A sudden pang of unease went through my chest.

"Did they already leave…?" I thought to myself. "But they would've definitely said something…"

Something then clicked to me-  that there was one place I didn't check yet- My bedroom. Without a second thought I quickly rushed there.

"Micah…!-" I quickly lowered his voice as he was met with the beautiful sight of Micah sleeping on Skyler's bed. His worry washed over as he quietly walked over, silently admiring the angel sleeping in his clothes. Their wings curled, covering themselves with them like they were protecting themselves from some kind of danger. I couldn't help but sigh in relief

"Sleep well," I said softly.