Ethan's" POV
"I guess I owe you some answers," I sigh.
She's sitting on the couch, patiently waiting for me to begin. God, I love her patience. After all of this and Calla makes us a meal and waits for me, she was mad, but she seems to know how safe she is here, 'cause she still hasn't been up my ass demanding answers since she nearly stabbed me.
Watching her with the boys is amazing. The oldest boy is ten, even though he looks like a tween, and she's amazing with all of them. They already adore her, especially Sam. Her face lights up around them, and it makes her seem so much brighter. Turn a page, and she's a book, half unread. [All Time Low- Fuck yeah] It's amazing seeing the different sides of her, especially since I don't even know her. She's intriguing.
"Well, it all starts thousands of years ago," I begin to explain, snapping myself out of my thoughts. "when humans were created, they weren't the first beings. There were demons and angels and God and Satan and sirens and nymphs and so many others creatures." She looks surprised, but not exactly unbelieving. "I'm an angel, and my job is to take the young boys that die and take care of them until they can move on. You have some explaining to do as well, Cal." She softens a bit at the nickname, which makes me beam at her. My smile drops when she turns hard again and asks what the hell she has to explain. "Cal... Only souls could see me. People tend to think of souls as a glowing beautiful essence, when in all reality it was just you. Your body is but a mere vessel your soul makes when it goes to earth.
A soul has three places. Obviously, on earth it has a human body to use, and while your body ages, your soul is forever stuck at the age you die at, it gets no older. When your body dies, your soul goes to heaven, hell,
or it's stuck waiting."
"Where am I? Where are we?" She sounds on the verge of panicking, so I rush to calm her down.
"Cal, Cal, Cal! Calm down, babydoll... We're in the waiting" She looks at me as if I've grown a few too many heads. "Babydoll, the kids that I look over, the boys, they haven't moved on. They don't have anyone to go to. No one here has someone they can go to in heaven. No one here deserves hell..."
"We're in purgatory?! And what do you mea-," she was on the verge of a panic attack, so I interrupt her.
"No. Purgatory isn't real. We're merely in the placed called The Waiting. No one really knows where it is, but it's there. When he boys finally except everything and are able to move on, they'll go to their own heaven. Heaven is like the stereotypes. Your wherever and whenever you want to be, and you don't have to be alone. They won't be real, but you can imagine anything there with you. It's literally you're constant version of perfection. The Waiting is a lot like heaven, but you can't imagine people, everyone here is real."
"So if I wanted it to rain, it would rain?"
"The weather and setting is all up to me, but say you wanted your comforter to change, or a new outfit, BAM! It'd be there. It's magic." I expected her to ask more to try and understand, but it was just magic, I don't know how else to say it.
I couldn't help but chuckle when suddenly she wasn't in her sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, but suddenly in light colored jean shorts with a pink tank top and a greenish silky, large, flowy jacket type thing with matching pink designs all over it. Along with some matching pink strappy sandals. Her hair was no longer a strange black colored rats nest flowing a bit past her shoulders, but a beautiful loose bun piled on the back of her head. She wore no makeup still, but God I can't help but check her out. She had striking and bold electric blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her eyelashes were surprisingly a dark brown and long and thick and sexy. Eyelashes? Seriously!? Shut up, Ethan. She had the perfect body, she was muscular and built amazingly, this girl never seized to amaze me. It was kind of adorable to always look down at her small frame, especially being 6'6". This girl...
"Are you gonna take a picture, or are you just going to stare at me all day?" She says calmly with an eyebrow raised. Shit. "How are there not thousands of kids here?"
"Most children go straight to heaven, they're innocent, so they don't go to hell, but these kids, these kids died tragically, with something left to bug them. So until they move on, they stay here, with me. I'm not the only one. I only take care of tenth of the little boys dying. There are other angels. And the oldest I ever have are ten. Then nine others take the rest of the little boys, and then twenty more for the preteen and teen boys, and then another twenty for the adults, and so on."
"How do they all speak English?" Ah, I figured she'd ask about that, especially since they were all of different races.
"They don't. They all speak their first language, and we all hear it in our own. When we talk to EJ, he doesn't hear our English, he hears Japanese, and he speaks to us in Japanese, but we hear it in English."
She looks satisfied with this answer, "So how am I here? I'm a girl." Duh. "Where do the girls go? Is there another angel in The Waiting? Can we go see her?"
"Cal!" I interrupt her. " I have no idea why you're here, and yeah, there is another girl angel that does. The waiting isn't a general place, she would have to send a message through our mind link."
"Mind link?"
"All angels have a mind link. They can't hear all of my thoughts, but we can talk through it."
"How do you know?" She doesn't look understanding anymore, she looks hurt, scared even. She continues at my confused look, "How do you know where to go? To go get the boys?"
"Ah, well... That's not really something I can tell you. I'm sorry..."
"What the hell!? You've been telling me everything and one little thing is suddenly too much!?"
"Cal, I wanna tell you everything and more, but I can't. I'm sorry, okay!? But this is something you don't need to know!"
"Okay." I miss my understanding Cal... This girl is hard and cold. Her face is expressionless and her voice is monotone.
"I wanna know more about you. I went to the Angels I work for and they have a meeting arranged with us next Thursday. If that's okay with you..?"
"Fine."
Calla's POV
What. The. Fuck. Angel!?
MY CRUSH SLASH KIDNAPPER SLASH SAVIOR IS A FUCKING ANGEL!!!!!?
"Fine." I say.
I'm pissed. How could he be so open with everything- what the hell was up with that, I mean honestly, what kinda supernatural being tells a random chic that fucking much after they make you breakfast- and then suddenly is telling you to shove it up your ass and pretend you don't wanna know one little thing. Is Jesus sending you damn postcards with a time and a place!? Honestly, Ethan!!
I'm going to find out. I'm already dead, and it's not like I'm important to anybody, so if i die, or if he kills me, same difference though, it's not like I'm hurting anyone. So I'm 100% okay with doing whatever it takes.
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My Guardian Angel (My Angel #1)
RomanceYOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE RELIGIOUS TO READ DESPITE HEAVEN & HELL THEME Calla Simmons has an average life. She's average. Everything about her is just that. Average. She's never had a family and doesn't know what it's like to love. Then she meets a stra...
