The Guardian Angel - Translation

4.My guardian angel is an idiot

I sat on the couch. My finger tentatively moved around the screen cell. I do not know what came over me to look to the gallery, which zwierała a lot of pictures taken before the accident. Maybe it was yesterday the words of Michael, and perhaps most ordinary grabbed me longing. Perhaps the reason for this, they were both. I tucked the blanket tighter, even though the apartment was warm. From time to time I felt chills and goosebumps when before my eyes appeared again his image.

           Many times I wondered what would happen if Jack survived the crash. I could bet that now would be after the wedding, and we will continue with the guys be driving around the world, playing concerts every day in another city. We would not have a break, would create something new. Mom certainly jęczałaby my headphones, I finally took a slow and visited family in Sydney. Calum complaining about getting up for morning, Daniel tried his tricks again, screwing the other in another stupid joke, and Ashton darłby on us if we push it behaving like a bunch of irresponsible children. Somehow I missed the old life, which also could repeatedly complain. After all I felt somehow free. But now I felt that something was missing. I was in some way defective and does not match a whole.

            The last time I looked at the picture of Jack. He stood with Ben on the background of our home in Sydney. In the distance you could see the mother, who breaks something on the table. I could not even remember exactly what happened next. Maybe we ate dinner outside? Maybe we were waiting for someone who had come to visit? These memories were blurred, as if that life was too remote to be able to remember them.

- Hi sunshine.

            I jumped in place, letting the hands of the phone. The device fell on the blanket, and then slipped after him, landing with a decorative pillow. I turned and looked at the smiling face of Clifford. His hair was still blue. Green eyes watching me intently, as if trying to read something from my mind, even though I asked him not to do so.

- You - groaned in disbelief that it did it again.

- The next time I stand at the door and a call bell.

- Seriously?

- No - he said, and then laughed. I shook my head, wrinkling his nose at the same time that he knew it was me, not in the least like it.

- It is not anger, princess - said, spreading on the couch. - I'll give you candy agreement.

- Shove it where the light does not occur.

- What vulgar - he said, amused, and I gritted his teeth. - Do not pick up.

- Because?

- We have to raise another important issue.

- Something like the next life lesson?

- Call it as you want.

- Are not you exaggerating? - I growled when he put his feet on his knees to be able to roll on the sofa even more. Clifford waved his hand at me. - Dear God...

- Do not call the name of the Chief vain - he said, and then laughed. He drummed his hands in the thighs, as if doing drums.

- You're an idiot.

- IM Angel.

- My Guardian Angel is an idiot - I said, mocking him. Clifford gritted his teeth, which this time caused laughter on my part. His eyes narrowed. - What you wanted to talk about?

- Took you for the memories?

- You could say.

- Have you thought about it. - It was not a question but a statement. In spite of everything, and so I nodded.