Carolina Falla had always believed in the magic of the unseen—the whispers of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the warmth of a guardian angel. But when her life took an unexpected turn, she discovered that angels could be both heavenly and human.
Miguel Ángel Cruz was her guardian—a celestial being tasked with watching over her. His ethereal presence had comforted Carolina during her darkest moments. Yet, he remained invisible, a silent protector. Until one fateful day.
Carolina worked at a small pet shop in Bogotá, surrounded by wagging tails and furry paws. The shop's latest arrivals were a litter of puppies—tiny, squirming bundles of fur. Their eyes hadn't yet opened, but their hearts beat with innocence and curiosity.
Miguel Ángel watched from the shadows, intrigued by the puppies' vulnerability. He'd never seen such pure joy—the way they tumbled over each other, exploring their tiny world. Carolina cradled one in her arms, her laughter filling the room.
"Look at them," she whispered. "They're like little miracles."
Miguel Ángel stepped closer, drawn by Carolina's tenderness. "They're lucky to have you," he said, his voice a gentle breeze.
She glanced around, as if sensing his presence. "Who said that?"
He hesitated. "I did."
Carolina's eyes widened. "You're real?"
He nodded. "I've watched over you for years. But now, I'm here."
As days turned into weeks, Miguel Ángel lingered in human form. He helped Carolina care for the puppies—their tiny bodies warming his heart. Carolina named them Luna, Estrella, and Cielo—symbols of hope and protection.
One evening, as they sat on the shop floor, Miguel Ángel cradled Luna in his arms. "They're like us," he murmured. "Guardians of innocence."
Carolina leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. "And what about us?"
He traced her cheek. "I fell for you, Carolina. Not as an angel, but as a man."
Their love bloomed—a fragile, earthly thing. They shared stolen moments—the taste of coffee, the scent of rain. And as the puppies grew, so did their bond.
But love was never simple. Gustavo Almansa, Carolina's childhood friend, harbored feelings for her. He watched from afar, torn between loyalty and desire. And Miguel Ángel—the guardian who'd become human—struggled with his dual existence.
On a moonlit night, Carolina held Cielo in her arms. "What are we, Miguel Ángel? Angels or mortals?"
He kissed her forehead. "Perhaps we're both. Maybe love transcends realms."
The puppies played at their feet, Luna chasing her tail, Estrella napping in a sunbeam. Carolina leaned into Miguel Ángel's embrace. "I choose love," she whispered.
