My Guardian Angel

Hiding feelings

Mark's pov:
Seán had finally fell asleep. His breathing had eased and layed peacefully.

He was a little bit stubborn but that's all.

Daylight barely shined through the blinds. It was one in the morning and I sat with my fingers intertwined with his. There was a light outside the doorway but I made sure I was able to see him clearly and without it shining on him.

He would squirm a bit. His aura kept switching from red to blue. Danger and fear. He was having a nightmare.

The music box stopped effecting him a while ago. Looking back at him and the time I hummed a different tune.

He kept moving and whimpering. I hummed a little louder. His movements were lessening. His breathing calmed once more.

Time went on and it was the same cycle two more times until the clock struck three in the morning.

Seán's pov:
I was drenched with sweat when I removed the covers away. My skin felt sticky. I was a mess.

"Seán it's too early".

"Stop mothering me like. You don't got'ta be so worrisome like that".

"I didn't mean to invade your space". Mark said with a forgiving tone.

"You known this is the first time i've gotten the most sleep for what seems like a while. I'd always just get an hour or two now".

"Glad to hear".

Time skip~

Mark insisted to make me breakfast himself. He was so demanding yet he was so nice. It's not easy to describe his actual personality. At least not yet. I promised i'd help him act human again.

I'd need to push him. That means test his inner emotions. Like try and anger him, make him laugh, cry which I don't want to do, and just expand his boundaries and show how he reacts to them. Like if I made him angry would he scream? Throw a fit? Or try and keep calm and just try and hold it back like I do when not recording.

My thoughts were interrupted by the clang of a plate.

"You need to keep your weight balanced".

"Again with the mothering". I rolled my eye's playfully.

I watched him float and glide in the air as I ate. He occasionally turned his focus at a window then at me. I watched him but tried not to stare too much.

Before he could, I dumped my plate in the sink letting the utensils clatter.

"Do you need to eat"?

"It's not required but we eat for special occasions".

"Ok. So Mark do you act differently up above"?

"Nothing really changes. We follow simple rules and orders but were happy. Maybe because we're all together in a place where no one can ruin the bond. Unless the one's down below get past the barriers".

"The devil"?

"Yes. Those creatures love mischief and trickery. They tend to hurt human's. Well the one's with guardian angels. My friend was also destined to end up in hell. I do miss him yet i'm glad he's not with me in heaven".

"So far the thing's that trigger your past are so negative and depressing. Mark. Are you really ok"?

Mark's pov:
Something about his questions were like an arrow ripping through my heart. I was ok. Wasn't I?

"Yes Seán. If I can't remember then there's no excuse for me to be depressed".

"Well I promised i'd help you regain your emotions again. But why did you lose them in the first place isn't heaven cheery and stuff"?

"Yes it is. But maybe now that i'm getting to know you...".

"Maybe. Maybe i'm depressed".

"If you are then you would still be able to feel".

"Well ever since I came down it's been weird and... scary. Nothing here has made me wanna be happy".

"You're scared. Is that why you won't smile or laugh much"?

"I don't break so easily. I follow very strict rules. I used to laugh easily now it's different. I can smile".

Seán's pov:
"Smile"!

"But nothing's funny right now".

"Come on! just once"?! I pleaded.

"Maybe one day. I'll smile for REAL if you give some effort and recover".

"Fine then". I forced a weak smile. Well Mark didn't lose his emotions just one has consumed him to the point he almost feels nothing else.

But for some reason I don't know how, i'm gonna change that.