In your imagination, we can live.
You know what we are, but not what we really are.
Some believe that we exist, some are not.
I'm busy reading my favorite book when my co-angel called me.
"GUARDIAN TRAVIS! TAWAG KA NG PINUNO! KAKAUSAPIN KA RAW!" Nico yelled. Can't he call me without yelling? He knows that I can hear him even without opening his mouth. What's telepathy for?
"Don't shout, bastard. I'm coming." I said in an irritated tone.
"Hilig mag-mura, naturingang anghel. Bad ka!" he said while pouting.
"Whatever." I whispered.
I stand up and start walking. After a minute, I already reached Pinuno's office. I knocked and when he let me in, I hold the knob and opened it.
"What is it this time? A punishment, again? Or history repeats itself?" a smirk formed to my face.
"Yes." he replied. I was shocked but I managed to be calm.
"It's been decades since my... ugh. What's his name?"
"HER name... is Ysabella Gwyneth Visconde"
BINABASA MO ANG
Imaginary You
Fantezie"Why do you only exist in my imagination? Why do you need to enter my life and take my heart even you know I would leave you behind? "
