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 I can hear him even without opening our mouths. What's telepathy for?
"Don't shout, bastard. I'm coming." I said in an irritated tone.
"Hilig mag-mura, naturingang anghel, tsk! Bad ka." he said.
"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." I was shocked but I managed to still calm.
"It's been a long years since my... uh. What's his name?"
"HER name... is Ysabella Gwyneth Visconde"
YOU ARE READING
Imaginary You
Fantasy"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? "
